I am a bibliophile.
I am ashamed to admit that I buy way more books than I read. My husband, although initially incredibly supportive of my hoarding habit (as all newly wed husbands tend to be of their wife’s fleeting passions), has now imposed a ban on any further books entering our home. Poor guy still thinks he has a say. Shhhhh… let’s not burst his bubble just yet, shall we?
I am blessed to come from a country where books are dirt cheap. Like literally. Truckloads of sand, which we had to purchase for the construction of our home in India, had us weeping at our depleted bank balances. Books in India are nowhere near as expensive as sand.
Therefore, a week before every India trip is spent scouring online stores for the best deals and placing orders. There are always a few kilos reserved in our return luggage for my newly acquired babies. And yes, I am jealously possessive of my books – both new and old. Friendships have been known to crumble because a borrowed book was returned with a dog ear. GASP! And you call yourself a ‘friend’?!?
If new, my books simply MUST be in mint condition. However, I also love second hand books. There is just that special something about a pre-loved book. And if it has a handwritten inscription in it, all the better! I will hit every second hand book sale I can find and pick up random books for no reason but that it has a lovely dedication on the first few pages. Does anyone else do that?
Anyhooo… let me introduce you to some of the latest additions to my little family. These were all purchased during my trip to India last month.
Let the record show that I have already completed reading two of my new acquisitions. A loooong India trip with splotchy internet access and scattered free time works wonders for your dying reading habit. Buhahaha Goodreads challenge! I will nail you this year!