My birthday is just a week away and to Adrian's dismay all I want is books. I know my online wishlist is growing by the day, something I have let slip more regularly than usual in the last couple of weeks, but he thinks that buying me more books is a bit boring and that more effort on his behalf is required. Me, I am a fan of the 'lazy' option. I am pleased that the day is sneaking up on him and soon I will be placing an order on Fishpond.
Is it possible to have too many books? That is a matter of opinion. In our house opinion is divided. As the owner of the second hand book shop I visited yesterday reminded me - there are worse addictions. I will share that gem with Adrian.
He doesn't seem to mind me collecting DVD's but I concede that is a more sociable habit. If only I could put the books down a bit more often so we could find time to watch them. To a non book-lover it is hard to explain the appeal but that could be said for most things. I don't understand people voluntarily leaving a plane if its engines are still running and a crash is not emminent but apparently that's fun. I have been told I should try it for the sheer rush. Walking towards a plane that could fit in my house is rush enough for me. It's just not going to happen. Sadly, some people feel that way about books.
I try not to give them the but-there's-so-many-different- types-of-books lecture; I admit I fail repeatedly, but I do try. As I sit here and remember all the times people have tried to convince me that flying is awesome and it's safer than car travel and blah, blah, blah I understand the futility of my argument. Maybe I will remember that next time somebody tells me they hate reading. If I am honest with myself I know I will never stop; books are too important to me.
Besides, who doesn't love to see a supposed book-hating teenager reading voluntarily? No parent I know.
Therein lies the perfect excuse for every adult to read.
Kids learn through example.