I am now less than three months from the end of my year of not buying books, a vow I’ve only broken one time. Any other time I received books, they were free, or I traded them in for other books. If I were to do a count now, I can tell you that I probably have made little to no progress on putting a dent in my library, and come Christmas Day, I’m allowed to start making additions to it again (and I do intend to).
This sounds odd, but I don’t know if I’m ready to come off hiatus. I’ve been dealing with a good deal of emotional stress and depression, mostly due to my job. I’ve managed to reduce my stress a good bit, but there’s a great deal of dissatisfaction still there, further unalleviated by a job search that’s produced no better options at this time. I have to try something, though.
Besides, it’s Banned Books Week. I can’t run a blog about reading and NOT write about Banned Books!