So The Man seems to think the book population in our house is insane and out of control. I don't know what makes him think that. I mean, sure the number of paperbacks swelled slightly with that whole Borders liquidation event. And yeah, maybe I'm running out of shelf space and have to resort to some creative book storage like:
But I don't think it's out of control. Sure, my hallway looks like this:
And the newest bookshelves I purchased now look like this:
And I have yet another pair of Amazon orders on their way. (Unless The Man's reading this. Then it was the Gator Girl. She can't help herself when it comes to online ordering. Or anything else.) But come on, how is any of that out of control?
Back me up on this, fellow bibliophiles.
But in the interest of harmonious living or whatever, I have accepted the following challenge: Stop buying books. Not for like, all time or anything. Just until the end of the year. I won't lie. The idea makes my stomach hurt and my palms sweat. It's only been a couple of days and already I'm suffering from withdrawal but I can do this.
How do you think I'll do? Place your bets below!