I am a reader. I used to spend my summers as a kid reading everything I could get my hands on. My cousin would travel from Utah for 6 hours to spend time with me, but instead of playing we would trade books and read. All. Day. Long. I have memories of us hanging out in her closet reading. Yeah- we were that cool. It got to a point where I would go to my local library several times a week, and struggle to find something I hadn't already read. I don't spend quite that much time reading anymore, but more than your average adult, for sure.
I am also a book collector. I buy books. Lots and lots of books. From everywhere- the thrift stores are my favorite, used book shops and online a close second. I have stacks and stacks of books that I have future plans to read. I have books on shelves, books in drawers, books packed in boxes, books all over my nightstand. Most of these are novels, but I do spend a bit of time with decorating and self-help reads.
You can understand why it hurts to throw out perfectly good books and get paid for it. It seems so wasteful. I inquired about donating them to a shelter or Salvation Army or a senior center, but the big company I work for has no interest in my little ideas. Humph. We should be promoting reading!! What a great way for an author to win over more fans! Am I right?
And since I like to post pictures here are the books in my bedroom- ones I have not yet read or read to often to put away:

Today I am grateful for parents who encouraged my love of all things written, and never made me play sports.
Catch me if you can-
AJ
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