A New Book

No, this post isn't about another new idea I've had.

Today I went out and bought a book!

"Wow," you say. "So, what?"

Well, for me this is a big deal. Yes, I read huge numbers of books - I'm the kind who haunts libraries - and we own huge numbers of books too. But most of them are books I've bought for my kids, or non-fiction books about history, literature and mythology, or theology and philosophy (looks at hubby), or classics like Jane Austin, Charles Dickens, Georgette Heyer, C. S Lewis and Tolkien.

I actually don't own many modern novels.

GASP!

I know, shocking isn't it? It was a serious lack I noticed only recently.

Knowing I'm a compulsive reader, a friend ask if she could raid my bookshelves. Needless to say, she gave me a very odd look and said, "You don't have many real books do you."

Real books? They're classics! What more did she want? ;)

But she had I point. So I've started collecting "real books" - not for my kids, 'cause I'm always buying them books - but books for me!

My collection began with with my fav cousin gifting me the entire Twilight Saga (what a honey!) and today I bought myself Host. Now I have the complete Stephenie Meyer collection. Yes, I'm a fan - but I'm not stoopid about it.

I now have my sights firmly fixed on Vanda Symon's detective series. My first one should arrive in the post tomorrow. I'm watching the post box like a hawk.

I think I like collecting books. I don't think I'll ever have enough. Sigh.

What about you? What do you have in your collection?