A Secret Book Collection
I've mentioned a few times before that my expansive Amazon wishlist is roughly ninety-six percent books. I got a little carried away last week and added a hundred or so more. Amazon is a black hole. I've also recently worked out a space in am impressively sized cabinet to store all of my books together in one place, instead of various drawers and boxes and stacks on my closet shelf. It hasn't happened yet, but I'm really looking forward to marking that off of my to-do list.
Reading isn't something I talk about at all with anyone, and I have a sneaking suspicion that most, if not all of the people in my life think I rarely read at all, when the truth is that I read daily. It's usually how I take a break throughout my day, and it does bother me that my personal collection isn't as large as I wish it could be, but for now, I suppose I'll stay content with reading in secret and filling up my cabinet.
I also wanted to mention that I deleted my Twitter account recently. It wasn't a rushed decision at all, but a decision that took an entire year to make. I'd had the account since I was fifteen, and though I deleted most of the old, cringe-worthy tweets some months ago, it wasn't enough. Every time I opened the app, I was instantly stressed out, and I hated that it existed. I held off on deleting it for so long because of the countless posts about networking and having as many social media accounts as possible. It's nothing that couldn't be done on Instagram, and Instagram seems nicer most of the time. So Twitter is no more. I'll take books over tweets any day.
Go read a book. That's the summery of this mess of a post.