Book Lust

The first thing is to admit that you have a problem, and I do not have a problem.

I may, or I may not, have been going book shopping once every week so far this month. My eyes bugging out as I desperately dash around from first Half Price Books, and then later Barnes and Noble on the way home. Possibly hyperventilating along the way. I may, or I may not, have gone home feeling defeated because I only found two books, rather then my preferred stack. I may, or I may not, have been seen salivating over a book that was a little out of my price range, talked myself out of it, left the store feeling okay with my decision, turned the car back around and dashed in and bought it anyway. I may, or I may not, have bypassed those Barnes and Noble collectible leather bound editions because I had already spent so much money at Half Price Books, and then continued to think about them until it nearly drives me mad with frustration and book lust  ...

I may, or I may not, have done all of the above, and am also currently thinking about those Barnes and Noble collectible leather bound editions at this very minute ...

I am thinking about those Barnes and Noble collectible leather bound editions.

Is there something wrong when you want a book, and you can't stop thinking about it until you have it in your hands? Is that bad? Is it bad that I am thinking about going back to Barnes and Noble later this week to get those Barnes and Noble collectible leather bound editions that I bypassed last week? And heck, since I will be right there I may as well go back to Half Price Books too, huh? Let's just realize that I will have no peace of mind until said books are in my possession, so I am doing this for my health, right?

I am a collector. Books are my passion, and books are what drives me.