There ought to be a word for it -
Jul. 5th, 2007 11:48 amSo, at library / book conventions you collect big piles of free books. Then you get to sort through them and sample them and read bits out loud in the coffee shops and bars afterward, and swap with friends and so forth.
Even when I'm footing the bill, I periodically feel the compulsion to go out and buy a nice sack or two worth of books, then take them home, spread them all out, and poke into all of them before picking a few to read all the way through.
I suspect, unfortunately, that there is already a word for this compulsion, and that the word is "addiction". (Yes, I know my period is supposed to go inside my quotation marks, but I hate how that looks. Let's all just pretend I'm British and that I get to use the English English grammar on this one, all right?)
So I went out on Tuesday and bought a copy of Elizabeth Bear's New Amsterdam, the latest Fables collection, a couple of issues of Jack of Fables, the Anita Blake handbook comic, and something else I think. Then I added them to the thirty library books I have checked out from two library systems, and the small avalanche of newspapers, and the five unread non-fiction books I have sitting around, and the pile of paranormal romance novels I picked up at Savers. Yesterday I spent cooking Almost Traditional Barbecue Food, so I didn't have time to read anything through except the issues of Jack of Fables, which I read on the bus home on Tuesday. Probably none of the rest will get read until I finish the biography of Toussaint Louverture that's overdue.
Almost Traditional Barbecue Menu: purple cabbage/carrot/ginger salad; pinto beans with roasted tomato, cinnamon, honey, paprika, and cumin; Yukon Gold potatoes with corn, hominy, purple onion, olive oil, and hot sauce; baked mac and cheese with cheddar cheese, basil, garlic, and mozzarella; fresh fruit (melon, grapes, strawberries); burgers, veggie burgers, brats, kabobs; spiked apricot-ginger-lemonade; iced coffee; hummus, chips, dip, bread, cream cheese, etc... There were only eight or nine people trying to eat all this, so obviously I have lots of leftovers.
Even when I'm footing the bill, I periodically feel the compulsion to go out and buy a nice sack or two worth of books, then take them home, spread them all out, and poke into all of them before picking a few to read all the way through.
I suspect, unfortunately, that there is already a word for this compulsion, and that the word is "addiction". (Yes, I know my period is supposed to go inside my quotation marks, but I hate how that looks. Let's all just pretend I'm British and that I get to use the English English grammar on this one, all right?)
So I went out on Tuesday and bought a copy of Elizabeth Bear's New Amsterdam, the latest Fables collection, a couple of issues of Jack of Fables, the Anita Blake handbook comic, and something else I think. Then I added them to the thirty library books I have checked out from two library systems, and the small avalanche of newspapers, and the five unread non-fiction books I have sitting around, and the pile of paranormal romance novels I picked up at Savers. Yesterday I spent cooking Almost Traditional Barbecue Food, so I didn't have time to read anything through except the issues of Jack of Fables, which I read on the bus home on Tuesday. Probably none of the rest will get read until I finish the biography of Toussaint Louverture that's overdue.
Almost Traditional Barbecue Menu: purple cabbage/carrot/ginger salad; pinto beans with roasted tomato, cinnamon, honey, paprika, and cumin; Yukon Gold potatoes with corn, hominy, purple onion, olive oil, and hot sauce; baked mac and cheese with cheddar cheese, basil, garlic, and mozzarella; fresh fruit (melon, grapes, strawberries); burgers, veggie burgers, brats, kabobs; spiked apricot-ginger-lemonade; iced coffee; hummus, chips, dip, bread, cream cheese, etc... There were only eight or nine people trying to eat all this, so obviously I have lots of leftovers.