…and tearing it apart and burning it for firewood.
After trying to limit how many new books I buy, I have to admit defeat. I have been buying books again. I never really stopped, though I did slow down for quite a while there.
It’s not really my fault. Kerry told me to.
So it’s ok, because I’m supporting publishing. It’s also ok because I am reading so much more these days, and so much more widely than I used to, and from the library (my own library of a towering TBR pile and the real library where books have due dates, a fact that helps push one’s reading along). It has been a blessing. Can’t really summon any guilt about this failed resolution, but felt the need to confess.
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