Our writing group (http://bit.ly/GRRWG) has a book exchange every month. Books for Bucks. Contribute a book you no longer need (ha! like that’s likely in a group of writers) and buy someone else’s for a dollar. All money goes to the treasury.
Every month I send out a reminder and pick a handful of paperbacks to take along to the meeting. It’s like drawing blood from one of my children. It hurts.
Yes, I know I have too many books. Too many bookshelves. But the world is conspiring against us bookaholics. There’s always a library sale. And the bookstore’s discount table. And don’t even get me started about www.paperbackswap.com! Everywhere I go, there’s a book begging me to take it home.
I grit my teeth, think of DH’s disapproval (not really) and remember the towering TBR pile spread across the house. Sometimes, I’m successful in resisting the temptation. Sometimes, I’m not.
How do you resist the urge to “buy one more”?
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