Today is Tuesday. I know, because this is my first post this week, and according to my Iron Clad Blogging Schedule that means it must be Tuesday, or possibly Monday, but certainly not Wednesday. I know your calendars might say otherwise, but don't listen to them. They are sneaky and devious tricksters that will try to deceive you. It is Tuesday. I'm sure of it.
Now on to Tuesday's post.
We have a book problem.
They're taking over the house, spilling from shelves, piling in corners. Stacked in heaps. We all love them, everyone of us. We can't stop buying them. Reading them. Smelling them. And, yes, books have a smell. A yummy ink and paper scent that promises fabulous adventures. Ahhh, how do you say no to lovely words wrapped in shiny covers?
Kid A and I cleaned out her bookshelves this week in preparation for her move to the basement. (It is almost finished. Woot. Woot.) In the vast stacks, I discovered some of my books. Here is a replica of our conversation:
Me: Hey! Those are mine!
Kid A: I don't think so.
Me: Yeah, they are. You can't have The Death Gate Cycle. Give them back.
Kid A, avoiding eye contact and acting guilty: Can't I just keep them in my bookcase?
Me: Are you kidding? It's The Death Gate Cycle. They're so mine! I need them by my bed to comfort me at night . . . and during the day. Besides, Tracy Hickman hugged me. His sweat is part of my DNA now.
Kid A, laughing: Well, that is true, but you have too many books in your room. I'm just trying to help you out.
Me, pointing at the piles of books on her floor: But this will help you have more room for these in your shelves--Hey! You can't have Inkheart. That's mine, too.
And so it continued until I left her room with a giant stack of books. It was like Christmas, but not for her. Don't feel bad for her either, she got to keep Goose Girl, and Shannon Hale rocks.
I think we need to establish a support group, or go to therapy. Something to help us control this addiction. Nothing radical like book removal therapy, or a forced book relocation. Even worse would be, gasp, shudder, self denial of books. I couldn't survive it.
I'm thinking more along the lines of an additional wing to house the books. We'll call it, The Official Rehab Wing. I'll sign myself up as soon as it opens. Does anyone want to join me?
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Actually, that additional wing sounds a lot like a library. So, yes, I would definitely like to be signed up.
The main difference between a library and The Official Rehab Wing is that you check out library books, but you check yourself into rehab. No late fees, no distractions, just therapy. I'll sign you up. It will be awesome. Now, I just need to get rid of the garage or something ... maybe the kitchen so I'll have room to build the libra- I mean The Rehab Wing.
Just put shelves in your front room and call it a library. It worked for us.
Or you could get rid of your clothes and store them on the closet shelves, which is what I was doing prior to the library.
Cherie, ha! And you can comment now. Your comments didn't get sucked into the black hole of cyberspace.
Shhh. It's not a library. It's The Official Rehab Wing. That way I can check myself in and not feel guilty about spending a lot of time there. He he.
Do you want me to put your name on the waiting list?
i love it, I need a rehab wing too! I'm lovin' the books you brought over, so far they're all great - I might just have to keep them :)
Well, you know what happened with Kid A. I might have to come and search your bookshelves. lol.
No need to add me to the list. Remember I have my own "rehab wing" now, and closet space to spare. Thanks to Grandma C, who suggested moving the books onto bookshelves, lol.
I think that actually sounds awesome that you and your daughter have the same favorite books. I'm looking forward to sharing my faves as my kids get older.
It is awesome, and we do share. She'll come home from school all excited, wanting to tell me about a book she discovered, and then we both read it. Then my hubby finally gets a chance to after we're done. We're book hogs kid A and me.
DEATH GATE CYCLE?! Caleb read those to me after I had Liam. We continued reading them out loud to eachother over the next three years. Holy funny. It's funny that we have that in common. I wonder what else we have in common . . . :)
Chelsea, love, love, love The Death Gate Cycle. I think we may have a few more things in common. What fun it will be to find them and coax them out of the shadows.
I had written out a whole long post on why a Sony eReader, but the computer ate it. So, long story short, get an eReader and take your rehab wing with you wherever you go!
Matt, but then people could distract me from my therapy. In The Official Rehab Wing no one would distrub a therapy patient. Although, a portable rehab wing could be very useful. Hmmm, I think I might need both. Can't get too much therapy.
True, I do find it annoying when I am clearly reading my Kindle and someone asks, "Is that one of those new iPad thingies?"
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