The Disadvantages Of Buying Books

There are a few. But the disadvantages don’t outweigh the advantages.

Space

Overflowing bookshelf (or bookshelves), anyone?

Handling 

Meaning you treat books better than you treat yourself.

Cost

$10 for a book isn’t much but multiple that by 367 or 2149…

I honestly can’t think of any others.

Plus I don’t mind the lack of room and I can handle the handling.

It’s a good thing my memory sucks. I won’t ever know how much I spent on books. Oh well. I can live.

First Day Of Autumn

Autumn is here. Fall has arrived.

I love the season. I live for it.

Strangely enough, I didn’t think I’d be this sad now that summer’s over.

I can finally wear sweaters without suffering from a heat stroke, even though I’ll be spending plenty of time at home or in a classroom.

But autumn is as good of a time as any to read, write, blog, edit, and publish.

Have a productive fall. I don’t want anyone to mention winter until it’s actually winter.

Book Buying

I think I need to stop buying so many books. But I just can’t help myself.

Sooner or later, I’m going to run out of space to put them all. Then again I’d be fine getting rid of everything I own to make room for more books.

And I can’t go on a book buying ban or a book buying boycott. That’s a terrible idea.

If I could never purchase a single book ever again, I would be in physical pain.

Don’t get me started on not being able to read anything for the rest of my life. Don’t. Just don’t.

Happy Places

My room.

A library.

All bookstores.

I can’t think of any others. Can you?

Where Do You Go When You Reach Your Limit?

I can list a few places I go or turn to when I hit my breaking point.

• This blog. 
• A book.
• My room.
• The library.
• Anywhere unfamiliar.

My blog is a place I visit quite often, practically every day now. It’s a community. I belong here.

I love being transported to another world when mine disappoints. The best distraction is a great book.

Privacy is needed when I incessantly cry, laugh, and scream. Sometimes without good reason.

Where is my second home? The library. I could spend an entire day there and even a whole night if I was allowed.

Some days the change in scenery helps calm me down. The unfamiliarity means I can obsess over my surroundings instead of my stresses.

So where do you go when you reach your limit? What do you do when you hit your breaking point?