It was nice to come home today and find a small box of books on the porch. There were only two books in the box but that’s okay. I bought them with a gift card and only went over the card amount by .71 cents. The books:

  • What Ever Happened to Modernism by Gabriel Josipovici. I’ve not read his nonfiction before and this book is one of The Wolves’ choices for discussion in May. I am really looking forward to it!
  • Neuromancer by William Gibson. I’ve always meant to read Gibson but have yet to manage it. And in the last several months it seems a number of people have read this one and have generally praised it. I enjoy a good science fiction book and haven’t read one in awhile so this one will be fun whenever I get to it. Summer maybe? Or perhaps it will be my commute book after The Warden, which I am enjoying quite a lot at the moment.

Two books seem so few but since Waldo’s expensive weekend hospital stay for cystitis at the end of January we’ve been trying to be a little frugal. Waldo is doing fine, by the way, for which we are very glad. And now I think of it, these are the first books I’ve bought this year. But wait, I didn’t actually buy them because of the gift card unless you count the .71 cent overage. So technically I haven’t bought a single book this year.

Holy cow! What’s wrong with me?!?!

Even worse, I don’t feel like I need to go to a bookstore. Please excuse me while I hyperventilate a moment…

Okay, I’m back.

Maybe it’s all because I am not lacking for books? But it’s not like that has ever mattered before. Maybe it’s just because I’ve been too busy. And frugal. But to not even have an urge?

Should I be concerned? Should I seek therapy? Please, be honest.

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