If you saw my posts about my garage sale, then you have seen this picture:

These are books I had from about fifth grade to high school.  These are only the ones I let myself get rid of.  I have plenty more stashed under my bed, in boxes in the basement, and on my bookshelf.  I guess two weeks ago when I was discussing my hoarding habits, I was in denial about my book obsession.  It makes sense that I love books and would love to surround myself with them.  I mean, I’m majoring in English and Education.  I want to teach literature, writing, and all other English-related things to students.  I love reading and writing.  There, it’s justified now, right? 

Wrong.  So very wrong.

I love buying books and reading most of them once.  I am not the kind of person who re-reads a book.  I love the idea of it, but there are so many books I have not read yet, so I never let myself take a break from new books to go back to read an old one.  Most of the books I buy are

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