Just had a wander around our town and traipsed in and out of several book shops. It's been absolute agony as I had (see the past tense there?) stopped buying books in favour of the local library to save money. It worked, in one month I saved more than £30.

Today my resolve bent, weakened and then snapped. Ironically the book I bought is about how consumerism is taking over the world!

So, after buying this in the first bookstore I had to be so strong in the second one. As hubby walked round picking out his latest reading material I slowly walked round staring at all the books on display. It was worse than being in a sweet shop on a diet! All those pretty shiny covers, that new book smell and so much choice, all laid out in alphabetical order.

A (well stocked) library is a wonderful place, for my bank balance at least, but nothing can compare to that new book smell, the different cover textures, pristine pages just asking to be folded down. It was almost a sensory overload.

My book list is now getting as long as my film list and with a full time job there just isnt enough time in the world. I could've spent another hour just walking round, reading the different blurbs, admiring re-covers of books I've already read. I wonder if they'd mind me moving in for the weekend?

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