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 | angsty holiday post, number one |
You know what? Paring down a book list is hard. I’m trying to order books for my kids for Christmas, and I have to cut my list back a wee little huge lot tiny bit. And it is killing me.
I know I say this every year. It’s always true. How does one not buy out the bookstore every time? I don’t understand.
I try to tell myself that I can always order more books later, some other time. And I will, and I do, but still, it pretty much kills me not to get everything I think the kids will love right now. Interestingly, I rarely have qualms about the toys we don’t buy. We get some things, we don’t get others, whatever. No big deal. But the books… sigh. Books are a whole different story.
And, oh crap, I just thought of three more books we need. Just right now, while I was typing this. I so totally should not be in charge of the gift selection process.
But in other news, my eye appears to be completely healed and I have vocal cord action again. So on the health front, I’m a happy camper. [-cue menacing music-] For now.
We book addicts here too – recently we discovered the world of local garage sales and it is book heavan!
I have some sort of bipolar booklist thing going on. I load it up with a b’zillion titles, then delete the whole thing, because Charlotte Mason is my homeschooling muse and her book standards are so high… But dang, who ever thought you could own so many board books and still be sick and tired of ALL of them??? Oh yeah, and we can walk to Powell’s. (Well, we could, before we were carrying a baby along. It’s still a short train ride.) Have you been to Portland? Do you know Powell’s? Oh, man, I want to go buy books now…
Yeah, I have a wee bit of a book addiction too. I’m running out of space to keep them all.
I finished the shopping for the girls, and I have already thought of about a dozen other books I should have bought them.
I think that good books create memories of a lifetime. Good toys come and go, but it’s the books we seem to remember forever. I think that’s why it’s so easy to be attached to them!
Lisa, I wish I were together enough to get to garage sales. I swear I’m never even dressed before noon on the weekends.
AD, I have been to Portland, I totally know Powell’s, and now I want to come visit you and sleep on your couch so that I too can walk to Powell’s. (Though I did just order a couple of books from them, so I guess I don’t need to come right now.)
Madeline, I just keep installing more bookshelves.
I haven’t managed to talk Dane into bookshelves all down the (skinny skinny) hallway, but I keep trying.
Anjali, I like that explanation. It’s not that I’m decorating our house with precariously-balanced stacks of books, it’s that I’m creating lifelong memories.
My boys know that when we go to our favorite local bookstore, I will usually always buy them a book. I’m a sucker that way.
I only get one Christmas book for each of them, and I don’t plan it out. I just walk in and find what I like. That way I know, there are still always all those other ones for all those other occasions.
I will admit to having MANY books I’ve never even read yet and I still buy them.