Books
I wrote once in another social network blog that one weird thing about me is that I am addicted to buying books. Not seriously addicted but probably getting there.
Asawa ko and I came home from a family visit in California carrying the two smallest boxes on the airport carousel (compared to the balikbayan boxes for each Fil-Am family member): one contained books (mostly purchased secondhand from bookstores in Berkeley), the other his bottles of wine purchased from way back. That’s all we needed to bring to the Philippines. Both of us are readers by the way although his books are more serious than mine.
So when Nora invited me to join Shelfari last week, I have been able to put on my account’s shelf over a hundred books in a few days. Books I have bought but still sitting on the bookshelf at home, books that have been partially read, books that I’ve read one time, and books that I keep going back again and again.
I used to spend a big chunk of my salary on CDs and books, now I have more for books since I download most of my music. The stories in these books have been a comforting presence when I’m feeling low, a relaxing one when I needed to calm down, and an exciting one when I can’t travel to the places I would’ve wanted to go. These have driven my imagination wild when everything else in my life has been so mundane. A few shaped how I think, perceive, and analyze.
Check out Shelfari and find me there and my books.
