I read a lot of books, and the chances are that if you’re here, you already know that. In a typical month, I read around twenty books, and I keep every book that I read. I also have a couple of hundred books on my to be read (TBR) shelf. In total, I reckon I own over 1,500 books, spread across ten different bookshelves.
Most people who read as many books as I do can’t keep them all, mainly because it starts to take up a lot of space. My girlfriend tells me that the bookcases in the bedroom make her feel a little claustrophobic, although that’s partly because of how small the flat is, too.
So far, I’ve been lucky enough to continually upgrade my living situation, moving to increasingly bigger houses with more and more space. The house I live in at the moment isn’t huge and only has two main rooms, so assuming I move into a proper house, preferably with multiple bedrooms, I can continue to grow my collection as long as I don’t mind spreading it throughout the house.
I don’t often re-read books and so that’s not really why I keep them, although I sort of wish it was. I just like having them around, being able to look at them and to wander around my house and to reminisce. Most of the books have at least some sort of memory associated with them, and so it’s almost like keeping a copy of my past around.
But mostly, it’s just a way that I express myself. In the same way that some people tell their stories through the tattoos that they have, I tell my story through the books I own. I’m proud of my collection, in the same way that other people might be proud of their stamp collection or their Pokemon cards.
And besides, there are worse things I could be spending my money on.