Confession: I’m a book hoarder. Even if I have a to-read tower wobbling in the corner of the room and a stack of un-reads on my study table, I can’t control myself—I’ll still buy more. The tug of bookstores is just irresistible, and it’s almost a rarity to find my bag sans a new novel and my purse still full at the end of the day.
My first solution is to leave excess money at home whenever I’m going out, so as not to further ruin my already messy budget plan. Sometimes I cut my allowance so I won’t be tempted to purchase brand new books. Then all of a sudden I’ll feel the insistent magnetism of the nearest secondhand bookshops, full of titles cheap enough not take a huge chunk of the meager money I allowed myself to have for a day. I’ll hear a wicked little voice saying something like, “Look, look, book sale! What’s another twenty pesos off your pocket? Who knows, you might find that rare book you’ve been hunting for quite a while now!” Poof! I’m back to square one. Even if I don’t find that rare book, I’ll still be marching out the shop with a new novel in my hand. I just can’t help it. It’s like a sickness or an addiction or something. LOL.