About a month ago, I made a vow never to buy books until I finish reading all those that I have at home. I buy books faster than I read them, and I feel bad seeing all those books that have been sitting on shelves and kept in closets for two or three years now, unread, unopened, and lonely. When I made an inventory of these books, I found out that I had to read ninety books before I buy something new! Ninety! Okay, the list includes a few e-books, re-reads (Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, and Twilight (yes, Twilight)), and borrowed books. But still it’s a long way to go, considering I’m such a slow reader. And you know what that means? That means I can’t buy The Ocean at the End of the Lane, The Casual Vacancy, and Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore any time soon! Now that’s a sad thought.
But the point of this bookish post really is to tell you about the 34th Manila International Book Fair which Jany and I went to a few days ago. It was fun to be surrounded by books and booklovers, and despite having visited this same fair two years ago, seeing hundreds of bookshops together in one huge place still amazed and thrilled me, and I felt like a kid in a candy store. (Not that I love candy, but you know what I mean.) It took all the discipline and self-control I had not to buy any books for myself.
Just kidding. Meet book number ninety-one. So much for discipline and self-control.