In this age of bookstore closings (Borders to name the obvious, but also the threatened St. Mark’s in NYC which is searching for a way to stay open due to increasing rent costs) it may seem bizarre that I am going on what can only be called a Book-Buying Diet.
The reasons for this are many and varied:
- My TBR pile has exceeded the capacity of my nightstand and has now toppled onto the floor.
- I am supposed to be writing my prospectus this semester, which means that every minute reading is a minute not writing
- My book budget is unsustainable at the rate I have been buying books.
When knitters go on a Yarn Diet, they call it “destashing”: knitting stuff only from the yarn you already have on hand. The results are sometimes comic (remember how fun-fur was the craze 5 years ago? remember how you bought out the stock at Michael’s that one time?), sometimes tragic (when you run out of yarn mid-sweater) but after the yarn diet you have more space and a renewed interest in replenishing your stash.
Same thing with books. How many times have we bought a book, only to neglect it for weeks, months, even years while we read other things? My goal of my book-diet is to return to a sense of normalcy; to actually read the books that I buy.
But for the past week, I have also been experiencing withdrawal symptoms. Even the most banal text for school sends me rushing to Amazon to see if it’s eligible for Free Super-Saver Shipping.
Like all diets, I’m hoping this will pass once I get my cravings under control. I’ve also set an end to my book diet: Dec 1, when the school library will host a used book sale. The thought of hundreds of books on sale for a dollar or two makes me drool. I just hope I can last that long.