Okay, so I've already admitted that I'm a hoarder. Let it be known that I am also... an addict.
I need it. If I don't get my fix, I get jittery.
I can't help myself. Books have always been a weak spot for me. I love them. I love reading them, I love holding them, I love looking at them. When I was a teenager, I worked in the University Law Library and sometimes I would even stay after my shift and read the law magazines. Even the odd case study or two. When I managed to get away for 2 (2!) whole days, all by myself, this summer, I packed 4 books. One was a Romance, one was historical, one was a series of scientific essays and the other was a children's book I was vetting for suitability. I mean, you can never be sure what you'll be in the mood for, right? I know, I know... but it's mostly under control now.
But. Just when I can walk by (perhaps not through, but I'm working on it) a book store without buying anything... along comes the Scholastic book order form. It rides home in her backpack once a month. When it gets here, I take it out and put it to the side until they've gone to bed so I can
They've made it impossible for me to resist; combining books and an interest in my girls' future. So although I'm avoiding buying new books for me, I'm going to give in to Scholastic.
I really want to instill a love of reading in my girls. It's so important; the world just opens up to you when you can get your hands on all that information. Even more so when you enjoy it.
However, I probably didn't really need the book on how to make balloon animals.