In the last month 76 books have come into my house. Let me repeat. 76 books. In a month. I'd love to say they've all been review copies, but they REALLY haven't. Nothing like. Most of these books I have brought myself. I've gleefully ignored all the hundreds and hundreds of books I already own as well - all those books I brought with every intention of reading.
As the ever-amusing Nevvie pointed out, I am showing great determination to crowd myself out of my own house! Books are piled on my coffee table. My conservatory is packed to the gills. I only have one room in the house with an absence of books - and I leave you to speculate as to the room!
So *deep breath* it all stops here.
My name is Amanda and I have a book-buying problem.
I am hereby declaring a book buying embargo. I will still gratefully receive any books that publishers see fit to send me. But I really have to stop buying books. My house will heave a sigh of relief. My bank manager will heave a bigger sigh of relief.
I am announcing here and now that I will not buy ANY books for SIX months. I will be making monthly update posts to let you know how I cope (cold sweats, the shakes, things like that...) My wishlist will be creeping onto my blog, in case any book fairy godmothers decide to donate books to me so that I don't have to buy them ;-)
Do any of you have a similar affliction? Do you want to join me on this journey? And I welcome any and all comments - even if you wish to just cackle with laughter at the idea of me actually stopping!
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