There has to be a different way of wording it. “Hoarding” doesn’t come out right. At least, not where I’m concerned. Maybe I’ll go with collecting. But with passion. The kind that borders on irrational.

See, the thing is, I have this habit of, um, collecting books. If I see book corners where you’re free to take home books you like, you would most definitely find me with my head cocked on one side going through all the titles on the shelves.

Same is true for books that libraries sell. Endeavour Hills Library is where I’m at most Saturdays after Raven’s gymnastics class. There you’d find me scavenging through my wallet looking for spare change just to come up with x amount of dollars for the stack of books I get at 50 cents each.

50 cents!

Thank goodness they accept EFTPOS, as most of the time my wallet comes up empty. No way I’m spending my special coins.

Yes, I hoard those, too. I mean, collect.

This was today’s haul. Bonus points on scoring Joe Perry’s book, the founding member of Aerosmith. What can I say, I’m a child of the 90’s. Big Ones was one of my most prized cassette tapes. That, and Metallica’s Black Album which was, hands down, the best Christmas present I ever received from my high school kris kringle. I’ll never forget Katrina Gauran because of that. There was also Nirvana’s From the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah, and Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill.

Wow, are we going down memory lane or what?!

Shout-out to my husband for finally replacing the pruning shears he stole from me. Our camellia trees are in full bloom at the moment and I wanted to bring the outside in. Found the perfect vase for it, too — a vintage whisky bottle Met-Met gave me because she thought I might like it.

I do. And for the longest time I didn’t know what to do with it. Now it has found its purpose.