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My Wallet Hates Me, But My Bookshelves Love Me: Confessions of a Book Hoarder

A book addict’s new year’s resolution that doesn’t suck

My pet peeve, if I could choose one from an outsider’s perspective, is undoubtedly my unhealthy book-buying habit.

In a world where book prices range from 200 to 1000 rupees (equivalent to $2-$12), it is no obstacle for me at all.

You think I’m rich>>>> me spending my entire allowance on books.

Every time I visit a market, there’s that area of book stalls that I just couldn’t resist.

My feet betray me and my eyes are glued to all the books and I hawk every single one of them. Eventually, someone (usually my sanity) drags me away, leaving behind a trail of longing and unpaid treasures.

Yesterday, while at the marketplace with the sun glinting off cover pages and a cool breeze whispering secrets of new worlds, I knew it was time for a new book.

Suddenly, darkness enveloped me. People disappeared, leaving me alone with only one thing in sight — the bookstall.

There was just one tiny glitch; I was broke.

Hold up, hold up. There was another twist.

I turned around to be met with red eyes glinting in the dark. Someone shrieked, and, in my irrational panic, my feet ran toward those red eyes that logically seemed to be the source of the voice.

Upon my approach, I glimpsed into those red eyes and sensed an emotion of abandonment. My pathetic heart, sucker for a sob story, couldn’t resist

I reach out for it and the curtains open wide and the lights are back on.

The red eyes vanished, and I found myself facing all my unread books. To say that I am horrified would be an understatement.

Turning around for the final time, tears welled in my eyes. I have to do the right thing — I bid my unbought books farewell — until we meet again.

Dramatic much — isn’t it? But it emphasizes the sheer volume of my unread books.

Hoarding books has become a toxic habit, and the only cure is to finish reading the ones I’ve bought.

While some folks are shopaholics and others bibliophiles, I’m just a Book-a-Holic-Phile — a victim of the unhealthy obsession of buying books but never reading them.

I read, just not nearly as often as I buy them.

At this point, I’m a walking library, except that the books inside spend most of their time whispering secrets to my wallet.

With the new year around the corner, I’m setting a goal: conquer at least 13 unread beasts (devil’s number be damned) in the next six months.

Let’s get this over with. Because if I don’t, I might spiral into depression from the sheer lack of new book purchases!