I have a book buying addiction, and I cannot lie. Particularly when it comes to acquiring books at a significantly faster rate than I can read them. Death by ominously towering TBR pile appears exceedingly imminent at the moment and certainly would not come as a shock. I use TBRing as a verb – that’s often the first indicator of a
problem adorably cute bookish habit that all readers should partake in.
I have an unhealthy book-buying obsession, particularly when it comes to purchasing entire series in a single sitting without having read a single installment in said series. While this method proves rather unfortunate when I’m assigning a one star review to the first book in the series, my inner perfectionist is overjoyed to see the entire series (with matching covers, of course) perched on my bookshelf.
I am entirely unembarrassed to admit that I have a book buying obsession, and it’s gotten a bit out of hand recently. Book buying bans are essentially out of the question, so how do I go about restricting the number of books I’m purchasing during my countless trips to the bookstore? Stretching every last dollar so that I’m getting the greatest possible number of books for the smallest sum of money? Prioritizing which books I want to purchase immediately versus which can wait a few months? I’ve amassed a few tips and tricks that have worked well for me in the past with the hopes of helping a few fellow bookworms.
I’ve never been a huge fan of audiobooks (I expressed my full-fledged dislike of them here), so the majority of the books that I acquire are either physical copies or ebooks. Considering I’m a poor high school (almost college) student and dedicate nearly all of my money to purchasing books, I try to be as resourceful as possible. Then again, I still shouldn’t be trusted in a bookstore with a credit card.
Regardless of my undying love for Young Adult literature, I’m still able to recognize the genre’s stereotypical flaws and pitfalls – most notably, the parents. The parents and their relationships with their children are often portrayed in an extremely unrealistic manner. I can guarantee that at age twelve I wasn’t praising my parents left and right or providing them with financial or relationship advice, so why does that seem to be the standard in young adult novels?