One of my New Year resolution is to make a database of the piles and piles of books that I own. It's not so much that I don't like organizing things but for an supposedly IT techie, I hate encoding stuff, even for personal reason. And it's not helping that these piles strangely grow on their own in places where I live - namely my apartment, my cubicle, and my room in my parent's house at the suburbs.
It was the
Earth Hour 2009 last March 28, that spurred me to action. Aside from watching the short but nice concert, we (well at least I) bought some books from Booksale, including a highly wanted
Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn. Went home tired and sleepy. The next day I tried to go out of the bed - only to find out that the floor had been suddenly flooded with books that toppled the night before. Sighhh.
Jailed by books wanting to be databased. Behind me is the kitchen sink. So anyway, I found out that I buy a disproportionate number of science-fiction and fantasy. Not surprising, since it is an incurable habit of mine to escape from reality at least once a day (not including sleep, of course). Next on the list is science non-fiction. How nerdy of me. I'm surprised that I don't own that much romance though; must be because most of them are with my mom. Other tall piles are crafts and sewing how-tos (I do some knittings, crochetings, cross-stitching and paper crafts), historical fiction and non-fiction, classics (surprise, surprise) and adventure fiction.
Lesson learned? I really need to cut down on those sci-fi and fantasies.
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