The Compulsive Book Buying Syndrome #MondayMusings
On the way, while driving back home from Dhruv’s Phonics class.
I am thinking of dropping by the bookstore today? It has been days since we have gone there. What do you think? Shall we?
Oh yes, Mummy. I think we must go.
At the bookstore, both of us made an entry heading straight for the shelf which houses the books of our interest. Dhruv found his book, asked me if we can buy it, I gave a nod, he gave me a contending smile. He went to the sitting area to look into his book, while I sat down to scan the shelf.
Scan. Scan. Scan.
Soon, the books from the shelf began piling up on my lap. Dhruv saw what I was upto. He came to remind me that we should buy only 2 books and leave soon trying to inject some sensibility into my head. A 5 year old is capable of doing this, injecting sense into his mother’s crazy brain, if he has been privy to her (spoken aloud) meditation and self-counselling sessions relevant to book buying syndrome. I assured him that I was just looking which one is more interesting.
Then came time to place them back in the shelf.
Emily Gravett, you have to go back. Oliver Jeffers, you too. Rebecca Cobb, I like you but you too will have to go back. Andrea Beaty, William Bee, Quentin Blake…..you too, all of you. Kazuno Kohara, you are going home.
My mind started conversing with the authors. In an attempt to save face from all of them, I turned my back on them. I handed over Kazuno Kohara to Dhruv with a squealing excitement and a “Look, Look.” He looked at the books in his hand, told me they were 2. That meant it was time to leave. I moved the stool to the next shelf, full of Indian publications. He lost faith in me and got interested in a little boy, leaving me alone.
Aha!! Hindi picture books, we must read Hindi books too. Picked up 4.
It was time to take a stroll around in the room. A book about books and library is the most interesting of all. Turned it over. The left brain said, “Keep it back. It will drill a big hole in your pocket.” The right brain countered and won, with the book landing up on the billing table.
Don’t ask me how much it added up to be? The price that I pay is much less than the priceless pleasure I derive. This is a choice I made.
You might have an idea what we did next upon reaching home? Read them all in the very first hour. Dhruv’s favourite is Kazuno Kohara‘s Little Wizard out of all and we must have read it atleast 10 times till today morning since the time we got it on Saturday evening. Remember! We do not have a functioning TV.