Working at a library has been one of the best life choices I have made so far. I could not be happier with my line of work. However, there is a slight snag. The books.
Now, I know what you're thinking....But, Em, you love books! What's the problem? This should make you happy! And it does. It really does. But, books are starting to take over my life, like they did back in high school. And I'm totally okay with this. Sometimes, however, I wonder if that's a problem.
There's hardly a day that goes by where I don't bring a new library book home. They follow me there like lost puppies or feral children. And I don't have time to read them all. Also, did I mention that I have another library I go to? And I find more books there. PLUS, used book stores. And my library sells used books, so I'm always dipping my dollars into the register, after promising myself that I'm only "just browsing."
In case you were wondering, I'm currently rereading Dracula. Yeah, I read it back in high school, but I thought I would give it another shot, and I'm enjoying it considerably more now.
I have a few more books stacked up and waiting in the wings. Perhaps I'll talk about those sometime soon, too. I have a couple Jeanette Winterson novels, plus The Good Earth (a birthday present from Kitsune), and a couple tidbits I picked up at a book sale: Confederacy of Dunces and some Nabokov, among others.