I am a collector of books. I have everything from well-loved paperbacks to antique books to signed first editions whose spines will never be cracked. I do not let books go easily. I buy buy buy. Even if I already have a certain copy of a book, if I find a different edition of it, I’l probably still buy it. I think I have 4 or 5 copies of The Great Gatsby lying around in varying states of collectability. I buy books from yard sales and thrift stores all the time–that’s where I usually discover new authors. I look forward to my Birthday and Christmas every year, because I know I’m not only getting new, hardback books, but I also generally get Amazon giftcards so I can finish getting my wishlist.
I rarely get rid of books. It’s painful for me. I still even have most of my textbooks from college. I don’t think I sold back a single copy of my many literature anthologies. I have a couple of history and psychology books. I even have a couple of biology books lying about. (I did sell back any math and physics books, though, ick).
I have two huge ten-foot bookshelves in my living room that are slap full of books. I have another bookcase in our guest bedroom which is already overflowing as well. I also use some of my older or more special books as decoration about the house.
Not only do books have entertainment value, they’re great aesthetic pieces as well.
I saw all that to make a simple point.
I am a book nerd, and I love to read.