The (Slightly Odd)Traits of a Book Collector by Camy Tang
May 31, 2012 12 Comments
Camy here. I was reading a book on my Nook the other day, Blue Like Jazz, which we’re going through in the college Bible study my husband and I are leading. After I finished the two chapters I needed to read before this coming week’s Bible study, I went to my Nook library.
I must have spent a good 10 minutes just browsing through my Nook library, looking at all my lovely books, most of which I haven’t read yet, feeling such joy just to have them ready to read anytime I want (assuming I actually have time to read them all–at this point, I might have more books than I can physically read in my lifetime).
I kept seeing a cover and thinking, Oh, I forgot I had that book! How wonderful I have it!
Then I took a step back and looked at what I was doing. I see nothing wrong with it, but Captain Caffeine would probably roll his eyes at me, mostly because he’s not a book collector. (Actually, he’s not really a collector of anything, unless it’s empty boxes that he can’t get himself to throw away.
Does anybody else relate to my love of having all these books????