Now my bookshelves are even more crazy-full than they were before, (below are the books I bought in New York still struggling to find themselves a spot)even though I'm doing my best to read as quickly as possible and cramming in an extra hour a week by reading while on the treadmill at the gym - multi-tasking at its best. I'm just making no inroads whatsoever. Top shelf are my 'read' books.
Avid readers of this blog (who am I trying to kid?!) will know that I have a bit of a problem. It's regarding books. I just can't stop buying them. And last weekend was no exception. Before Christmas I'd seen this book in Waterstones. I know the old saying advises against such a thing, but it was the cover that caught my attention. Surely judging a book by its cover is what most people do? If I ever write a book (and there's a book in all of us, don't forget!) I'll be sure to have some (a lot of) input as to the cover design.Anyway, last Sunday Family W were having a wander round Henley-on-Thames and we took a little look in the Oxfam Bookshop (of course.) And what should I see on the shelf, but the book from Waterstones. And not just that one, but several others from the series. What's a girl to do? Even though I've not read any by this author, the cover got me, and I quickly snapped up all five.
Last time I wrote about my groaning bookshelves was back at the beginning of September; at that point I had 131 unread books, now I have 180...
Oh well, never mind. There are a lot worse things to be addicted to than books.