Oh That Dewey

The trouble with books is that they're addictive. Forget the crack cocaine, books are my hook. I have bought quite a few books since I got here; so many that I forbid myself from buying any more of them because of budgeting concerns. Now, as I look on my shelves, I see that I have read ten books and my assigned reading and some research since I got here! This is ridiculous! I remember back in high school when I first realized that books were interconnected. I read a line and was like, "Hah! That author is making a joke about another book... and I get it!" I got the fabulous idea that I would find out all the books being referenced in one book, then I would read them all. Then I would read all the books referenced in all those books, and so on. Needless to say, this didn't happen. But the love affair with books was deep and unbreakable.

Today, I needed more books so I went to the library where they give you them for free. Am I the only one that struggles in the library? I see so many things that I should already have read, books that all English teachers should read, then books that I would just like to read. Then there's the social and political commentary that you should really read. How do you pick just one book? Well, I didn't. I took three out. I think I chose wisely with a Hemingway, a Margaret Atwood (wonderful Canadian author that you must read if you haven't already), and a book of short stories by a Kiwi writing about life in New Zealand. Turns out, the girl that checked my books out is the cousin of said Kiwi. Cool or what?

So while everyone else sees the sunny day as a chance to lay out in the sun, I see it as an opportunity to read in the botanical gardens like the stereotypical grad student that I am. Here's hoping the love affair never ends, and the books never run out.