Yes, it's CONFESSION TIME...
Readers of my blog will know that I decided on a Book Buying Embargo
- starting 6th June I wouldn't buy any new books, at all, for six months. I was even quite smug about my progress. But now, ah now, readers, I have fallen off the wagon. And not just in a small way. I recently binged on TEN new books.
I have no excuses, no reasons. I walked around my local Waterstones and, in a dreamlike state, picked up book after book from the shelves. I headed for the desk with an absolute armful. "Those'll keep you busy for a few months!" said the cashier cheerfully as she checked them through. I laughed hollowly, thinking of all the review copies at home, the books still unread from the last time I binged. Honestly, what got into me? It's as though six weeks worth of abstinence all came out at once.
Here is the list of books I purchased:
Under the Dome by Stephen King
Stealing Light by Gary Gibson
Nova War by Gary Gibson
Twisted Metal by Tony Ballantyne
I Heart Paris by Lindsey Kelk
Ten Things I Love About You by Julia Quinn
Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater
Sisters Red by Jackson Pearce
The Ultramarines Omnibus by Graham McNeill
Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger
I am ashamed.
So, dear readers - were those books worth breaking the embargo for? More crucially, what should the punishment be for buying those ten books? I dread your imaginative responses!