While I was drowning in the ocean of journal articles for my research proposal I found myself reading less and accumulating more books. How did that happen? I do not know. Don’t ask. It’s certified that I’m suffering from some disease. I wonder if DSM-V will ever write this as some sort of addiction. Last Monday I was afforded some time to tackle the mess that is my room. Having accumulated enough paper to start a huge bonfire I knew it was about time to clear out the trash. In the process of cleaning, I decided to ‘organize’ my bookshelf. Organization meant putting into cardboard boxes the books I have read and displaying those I need to read or pending review.
‘lo and behold I discovered the enormity of books on my ‘to be read’ pile!
Being a self-professed Obsessive-Compulsive upon seeing my shelf I felt an urgent need to read and by read, I meant read fast. Being the shamefully book-buying addict that I am while the thought of speed reading crosses my mind, so does the ‘oh-i-need-to-get-myself-a-copy -of-this-book’ casually floats in. Some of those books involve the NYRB reading challenge, sequels to series books and long over due books I’ve been dying to read. I blame this site for being an enabler to the addiction. Ok, I know that’s an excuse I’ve just thrown in there. I’ve always been addicted to books. I can hear my mom complain every time I ship my boxes of read books to our house in Paranaque.
“Where? Where will I put those books of yours?”
” Keep them in the boxes?” I reply.
In my family I think my dad, brother and I read the most books. However, my dad’s reading is mostly within the business realm. My brother’s reading is quite erratic in subject and habit. I on the other hand accumulate most of the fiction books in our household. All my siblings read, but they aren’t as enamored by books as I am. I can spend hours in a bookstore sifting through shelves and more shelves of books. I can stay the whole day in a library. It’s possible that most of this is a result of having learned the magic of reading a little later than most of them and finding sanctuary in books during some of the most dramatic moments in my life. One day I do hope to have my own private (or maybe public) library where I can enjoy solitude, words, and a cup of coffee.
Right now, I’ve decided to juggle a few book to enjoy while I’m on my break from graduate school. Here’s what I’m reading:
- The Diary of a Nobody by the Grossmiths
- The Bastard of Istanbul by Elif Shafak
- The Faith of a Writer by Joyce Carol Oats
- Then some NYRB Books
I hope to finish all this reading this October through the first week of November. If I can get to read more then I’ll be in bibliophile heaven.
So what are you reading now?