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Baddiction

I have a bad addiction. A baddiction. I have had this problem since I was very young; I cannot help but spend money on books.

When I was younger I saved the little money I got each week so that I could afford to buy the new Linda Chapman paperback, which I was (obviously) counting down the days until it was released with way too much excitement and anticipation. Since May or June (I think) this year I have filled a Waterstones stamp card and spent £100 on books. As you can see, not much has changed.

When it comes to money and budgeting I'm reasonably good; I, for the most part, don't go over my budget and tend not to treat myself too much (especially regarding food - but that's my dad's doing; offers for the win!) and what's more I have only bought books ONCE since coming to university. ONCE. I mean, ONCE. Oh my. I don't know how I've done it, honestly.

(It might have something to do with the fact that oh my goodness I have so much reading to do.)

When I had a job during Sixth Form, and in the last year, I would literally only buy books. I don't tend to treat myself to clothes or anything else at all. I'm pretty boring like that. I also didn't spend much money on alcohol until uni as well - saying that, books tend to be as expensive as sustaining a good alcohol addiction nowadays.

The excitement I felt when buying those books with the money I had saved has translated through to my young adult life. When I decided to spend my food money on books the week I was going home, it was like the biggest hit ever; Phil recommended a book to me and I was like "I'll have that". It felt liberating.

Don't judge my weird book addiction.

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