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Books and more books?

I’m obsessed with books. Honestly, I feel obsessed is a very simple word, I think my obsession for books needs a word stronger than obsession. Because of this, every year whenever there’s a chance for anyone to gift me, I’m always hoping they gift me books. In fact, I make it a point to let everyone know that I really want, or even need, anything other than books. (It sucks when people don’t follow that)

I met my friend for lunch the other day and she gifted me four books for my birthday! The best part is people always ask me what books I want and I, shamelessly, send them a long list for them to choose from and so I’m always gifted the books I really want – (its a flawless technique, please try it)

I make my brother gift me books (mostly) on every gift-able occasion and I gift myself books of every gift-able occasion and thus currently my To be Read pile consists of 9 books (oops)

All in all, how unhealthy is this obsession? Or how healthy is it? I mean, I learn tons of things from various books, and I find a lot of wisdom between these pages and I’m never bored because I always have a book to read! So really, in the long run, isn’t it much better being obsessed with books than with cocaine?

On a more positive notes, here’s two of my favourite reads from this year!
1) The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck by Mark Mason
2) Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (because why not?)

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