So let me tell you about this horrible, horrible thing I do. No, I don’t mean slapping random people in the face, or starving my guinea pig to death*, or scream at people in traffic. I like to believe that I’m a likable person and care about others needs and world peace and things like that. But still, there is this horrible, horrible thing I do – I enjoy buying books, stroking them softly, sniffing them and loving them instantly. Then when I get home, I like to place them close to where I can see them and promise myself I will read them as soon as I finish the book I’m reading at that time. And then, after a week, I have completely forgotten about them and come home with many more books, because I have ‘nothing decent to read’.**
As I’m typing this I’m looking across our one-room apartment. It’s your regular can’t-turn-my-ass-or-will-knock-over-a-vase kind of apartment. It really doesn’t help that my boyfriend and I have the same problem with hoarding collecting stuff, but we keep telling each other the same old lie at least once a week – it will get better when we have a bigger apartment. But will it really? My mind already does this little trick where I get all happy inside when I think about all the extra space I’m going to have for my book collection. I genuinely hope that there will always be new books and new board games coming out for us to buy, but how are we going to stop pretending and start changing our own ways?
In order to make the first little step towards change I will make a pledge: I will start reading my book collection and may only buy new books after having read one shelve worth of unread books. To make this easier to keep track of, I will reorganize my book collection into read and unread books and decide after reading a book if it’s worth keeping it or if I’m going to give it away to friends or charity. That way I will have extra space that I can use to…
So let’s start reading those shelves. And, of course, the stack of books I hid underneath my bedside table.
*He might tell you otherwise, but what does he know, he is just a guinea pig with a very healthy appetite and dictatorial thoughts.
**I do this with clothes too, but I guess that’s just because I’m female.
Written by Francisca Priem, YA book clubber and fervent keeper of guinea pigs.