The Other Stash

I have too many books.

Literally closets FULL of books. Shelves FULL of books.

Obviously, I have an addictive personality and when I quit smoking I transferred all that energy to yarn and books.

No more.

Starting January 1st I will no longer buy any books and I will actually read the ones I have. I am going to read 50 (maybe 52) books.

To that end, I read So Many Books, So Little Time this week (#11 in my 50 book challenge.) It's about a woman (Former Publishers Weekly Editor Sara Nelson) who decided to read a book a week and then write about them. (Hey, self, Copycat much?)

Calm down, my dear readers. I am not going subject you to the torture of reading book reviews written by moi (Well, not here at least... I'm kind of debating starting a short term blog for the project.) I'll just periodically let you know what I'm reading, when I finish it and as briefly as possible I'll let you know what I think of the book. (As for So Many Books, So Little Time - I enjoyed it immensely. I often found myself exclaiming "Yes! Exactly!" .)

Now about Books #9 and #10 (DOUBLE DIGITS!!!!)

Book #9
8 Sandpiper Way by Debbie Macomber

Book #10
92 Pacific Boulevard by Debbie Macomber

I love this series, but I have to admit that so many characters have been introduced and sometimes it seems as if Ms. Macomber feels compelled to mention all of them in each book. As a reader I really don't mind if an author chooses to focus on only 2 or 3 characters in any given book of a series. I promise I'll continue to read the series. I won't get huffy and refuse to read just because you don't mention someone.

But then, I'm pretty easy when it comes to reading. Does that mean I'm a book whore?

Oh dear (and please forgive this stream of consciousness turn), I may have just stumbled upon the reason for my unreasonable stashes. I am a yarn and book whore. And by that I mean that I am not picky about these things at all.

Wait, I think I've mixed it up.

The yarn and the books are the whores.

Cheap. Sometimes not the finest quality. But I, desperate for a thrill, a taste of pleasure, willingly pay for them. Then, shamefully I return home and hide them away so no one knows my shame.