It’s that most wonderful time of the year and that means that gift shopping basically becomes inevitable. Something that’s also noticeable in the store: people love to buy books! A very promising thing indeed, because we all know that books are quite awesome. It’s also interesting to see the variety of books that all these customers buy: from the more obscure book to the latest DWDD book of the month – which then, of course, is already sold out and in reprint, because nowadays, the rule is as follows: if DWDD says that a book is good, people want it sooner rather than later.


Anyway, the holidays also make me reflect on my own book-buying-behavior (if that’s even a real word/saying anyway), because do I really need the holidays to buy books for others, and, more importantly, myself? The answer is no. If book addiction were considered a real illness I would have been in and out of rehab countless times already. The temptation of not buying a book while walking into a bookstore has always been too great anyway, but ever since I started working in a bookstore it has become even ‘worse’, for I refuse to admit or see my book-buying-behavior – addiction or not – as a real problem.

However, when last month I decided to spend my money on things I needed more than books (only writing this down feels like both a paradox and blasphemy), namely groceries, rent and stuff like that, and bought approximately two to four books anyway, I knew it was basically out of my control (yes, not out of control).

When stuff like this happens there are a few things you can do: admit your problem and seek help, or just go with the flow, accept it and move on with your life.

I decided to go with the latter. I might have a slight book(buying) addiction, but as long as I’m not hurting anyone, am able to pay the bills and all that other grown-up stuff, I’m good. Books just make me feel safe, it’s as cheesy and lame as that.

Maritza Dubravac is our new columnist, writing about her bookstore life. Besides organizing the YA book club with us, she’s a mean cook and bakes the free tasties for those evenings. She also writes for Books & Bubbles, about books and sometimes dabbles in food writing at


Maritza Dubravac was Bored to Death's very first columnist. She writes about her life as a bookseller, hosts the YA book club with us and is a mean cook. She also writes for Books & Bubbles, about books and even dabbles in food writing as an editor for

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