Confessions of a Shop-Bookworm-aholic HERMIT
I wouldn’t say that "Confessions of a Shopaholic" is a book that tells my story. Unlike the main character, I am not in any kind of debt whatsoever (I do not even own a credit card; it sort of scares me -the credit card i mean, not the lack of one), unless you can count the "debt" a child supposedly owes his or her parents that can only be "paid" by being a parent as well. At least that is how my mom puts it. But that’s a different story as cliches go…
When it comes to books however, I am not my frugal self. I swear I am sort of an addict, who just have to buy a book even though I still have books I have not read at home. It is not the same with clothes. I love them but I can talk myself into just walking pass the store and going home…at once! Of course, I have reservations for the latest Harry Potter. I have completed the Sandman graphic novel collection and have almost done the same with my Fables graphic novels. If I had stayed in Naga and not sold my books to the market, I would still have tons of books. My mom freaked out when she went back home here in the Philippines for my wedding and saw that every corner of the apartment has books.=)
My husband shares my passion. He also has a lot of books, mostly non-fiction however. Putting together my books and his is not an easy feat if you still want your home to be organized and attractive. At least at the moment it is still very neat everywhere. We would be needing another bookshelf soon, I think.
Now, when you are a bookworm, it does not help that you live just above the mall. We are living in a condo unit on the 36th floor and I just have to take an elevator downstairs (of course, who would try the stairs!), pass one hallway, open one door and tada…I am in the mall. *sigh* Think National Bookstore, Powerbooks and even Booksale… I barely go out of the condo unit especially since I am currently temporarily unemployed and have not started graduate studies yet. So, I am a Shop-Bookworm-aholic Hermit. There.
