The Great Book-Buying Fast, Day 38

I’m starting to feel the effects of this book-buying ban—unfortunately, not positive effects on my budget, but effects like withdrawals and other symptoms of addiction. My family and I recently purchased a home and with that purchase, apparently, comes numerous unforeseen and often obscene expenses. I’m as strapped as ever. I’m only thankful for the book-buying ban at this point because it’s one less line item in my budget with a glaring red number in its row. Aside from that and perhaps on a deeper level, I’m struggling against the real urge to support authors and causes I care about, to continue building my library, to read as my little heart fancies.

I had a free moment to myself at Costco yesterday (I know, I’m living the dream) and I allowed myself a brief browse at the book table. It was a mistake, clearly. Only just that morning, I had read a fascinating headline about a never-before-published 87-year-old work by Zora Neale Hurston, a brilliantly gifted author whose best-known book is a particular favorite of mine. What should appear on the table at Costco, but a neat stack of this gorgeous work of history and art, the day before its posted publication. I visibly clutched at my chest, audibly drew in breath—it’s fine, I’m fine, everything is fine—and then I walked away. This is the first time I was actually sad for leaving behind a potential purchase.

Here’s a little background for my (wholly justified) reaction. Barracoon: The Story of the Last “Black Cargo” was never published for what is perhaps one of the reasons Zora Neale Hurston was never given due recognition for her talent and power in storytelling. The thick and authentic dialect was just too much for publishers to get beyond. But, thanks to Hurston’s refusal to edit out the flavor of the language, there is preserved in her works a dynamic and essential part of her own culture. The story in Barracoonis based on interviews Hurston conducted with Cudjo Lewis, the man widely believed to be the last African man alive at the time who had been kidnapped from his home, shipped over to America, and forced into slavery. I really want to read this book.

It’s moments like these that challenge my resolve the most. Is it really worth it to stick so stubbornly to this fast? Am I doing more harm than good by holding on to my money? I honestly don’t know. I’m in a bit of a moral quandary, but the achiever in me is staying strong because I committed to this. I guess I never really thought about the potential consequences or loss I would feel in what is ultimately a selfish endeavor.

Here’s an excellent review of Barracoon at 4Columns.

The Great Book-Buying Fast, Day 35

One of the coolest features of my new city is that almost every public park is home to a Little Free Library. As the parent and teacher of two elementary-aged kiddos, I spend a lot of time at parks. I do consider it my civic responsibility to organize and maintain each of these Little Free Libraries, you know, after I browse them. When my kids and I arrived at the park today, I came prepared with a box-full of books to donate. What I wasn’t prepared for was finding the library already filled with what can only loosely be described as a variety of Amish romance novels. That’s right, a Little Free Library brimming with bonnet rippers. I think I laughed out loud when I saw it. Hopefully anyone who comes looking for Beverly Lewis’ The Atonement won’t mistake it for the Atonement that I brought to the party.

Anyhoo, there is something really satisfying about giving away good books. I keep the ones I love, but duplicates or ones I didn’t love usually find a new home. Through this process of the book-buying fast, I’m learning that my desire to buy books is fueled more deeply by a long-term goal of collecting and building my own library. When I donate books, I’m still working toward that goal, like weeding the garden. Further toward this cause of cultivating a thriving library-garden, I finally added books to the shelves in my living room. I still have a shelf-less room where cardboard boxes filled with my books live, but I’m making progress in nurturing my library. Even (and maybe especially) when I am not buying books to add to it, this progress feels really good.


The Living Room – with books!


The “Library” – also with books (in boxes)!


The Great Book-Buying Fast, Day 23

Most days, I believe that my life is actually some mild version of a dystopian horror. Well, today it feels somewhere between eerie and uncanny…because there are no books coming in the mail. Not a one. Nothing used or new or even won. *shudder*

I’m starting to feel the effects of this fast—not quite to the deep, empty, aching hunger pains yet, but certainly past the stomach growling phase. What’s more, now that I’m almost a month into this fast, I’m wondering if I could do it with other consumerism-saturated areas of my life. Time to have a good think and look full-on at the reflection that’s been staring at me in the mirror. I’m starting to see that this is about so much more than books.

The Great Book-Buying Fast, Day 15

I met a fellow reader last night! Eureka! When I asked her what good books she’s read lately, she answered with Red Clocks, which I read just last week and loved. I so appreciate moments of reading serendipity like that. She happens to also be a writer—more specifically, a poet. Her favorite poet (lately) is C.D. Wright, in case you were wondering. I mean, I obviously was. I looked up C.D. Wright and it turns out she’s won the Man Booker for one of her poetry collections. Later that evening, I saw a new Litsy connection post about some eerily prescient Allen Ginsburg poems. Naturally, I had to look up his work, too. Well, needless to say, I was tempted to buy some books of poetry. It isNational Poetry Month, after all. But, I didn’t buy any. I just added those beauties to my wishlist, with possibly overblown hopes that I’ll receive maybe one of them for my upcoming birthday.

Right, I do understand that merely adding things to my wishlist isn’t much of a display of strength when it comes to a total book-buying ban. But, but, um, well, baby steps?

The Great Book-Buying Fast, Day 10

We’re having our house painted on the interior—the whole thing, so my personal space has been utterly invaded by strangers. It’s…awkward. I’m a busy person. I don’t like to stop moving much, unless I’m engrossed in reading. These days of being housebound, but unable to move freely in and out of my familiar chores and routines (and the rooms of my house, for that matter) have been taxing. I feel like an unwitting participant in some strange thought experiment to see how the body reacts under unusual types of stress. I think the worst part of it all is that I’m sitting here, mostly in one spot while the painters work diligently and tirelessly, painting my house. Well, no, that’s not the worst part; I have two children with cabin fever who are driving me to drink. It’s been raining and cold for two days straight, which means they’re cooped up inside with me. We can’t even go out and tend the garden or go for walks. It’s intense. But how is all this related to my book buying fast? Well, the one thing I could most certainly do with myself while all this painting and children bouncing off of each other and the walls nonsense is going on is BUY BOOKS! Oh, it would be such a soul soother. But, no. I’m going to stick with the plan, whatever trial comes about. I really believe that I have something to learn from this.


It seems the gods are working in my favor, today. At about 6pm, the doorbell rang. Eager husband and children all scurried to the door to find—shock and awe—a package addressed to me. “Mo-om, it’s books for you!” Ooh, really? That’s exciting! I don’t know what it could be. By this point in my fast, the stream of pre-April book orders has slowed to a trickle. I wasn’t expecting anything today. But, miraculously, books arrived on my doorstep. The return address read “The Hachette Group” and the padded envelope was ripped at the side, leaving space for two hardcovers to spill out in my lap as I knelt in the entryway to open it. With loved ones standing over me, my facial expression shifted from confusion to surprise to elation and back to confusion again in the span of a few seconds. Did I pre-order this? Did I win a giveaway? Did a Litsy friend send this to me? On the day of release, I received Madeline Miller’s new book, Circe, along with a 75th anniversary edition of Edith Hamilton’s Mythology and the cutest little ceramic replica of that famous Greek-inspired New York coffee cup. I was stunned.


Fortunately, my sleuthing skills are up to snuff and it only took some quick googling and email searching to find the source of the mystery gift. Apparently, I entered a giveaway back in November of last year—and won! What a delight. After a day spent in stubborn resolve against boredom-induced book-buying, I feel like I was rewarded with a most beautiful gift. Did I mention how much I had been longing to get hold of a copy of Circe? The hype is real! And I also must mention how perfectly timed the reception of Mythology was. I’ve been slowly adventuring my way through Emily Wilson’s new translation of The Odyssey and kept thinking how I really needed to brush up on my mythology. Et voila! I’m a bit overwhelmed by the serendipity of it. I’m feeling all sorts of grateful and joyful right now. And one thing’s for sure—I am going to be ready to teach that homeschool unit on Ancient Greece in May!

My extra special thanks to the Hachette Book Group, Little, Brown and Company, and Black Dog & Leventhal for the tremendous giveaway.


The Great Book-Buying Fast, Day 8

Today, I walked right through the mouth and into the belly of the beast. I went to Barnes & Noble. I needed to pick up a specific type of notebook for homeschool (Leuchtturm1917, dotted; known for it’s utility in the internet-sweeping phenomenon of the Bullet Journaling craze) and knew that B&N was the best place to get it. So, I put on my brave, big-girl pants and marched in there with my loins girded and an expression of steely resolve on my face. Okay, really, I was wearing jeans and my loins were about as vulnerable as ever. Oh, and I smiled at every person I passed. BUT THE POINT IS, Meg Wolitzer’s The Female Persuasion was 30% off and I didn’t buy it. In short, I survived and didn’t break my fast after just the first week.

I think it’s almost totally irrelevant that my eldest daughter, Lucy, accompanied me to the accursed temptation pit and ended up purchasing two books with her allowance cash. I say “almost” because I think it’s totally relevant to include her purchase in this post, but not because I experienced a vicarious thrill or anything…

Anyhoo, Lucy bought:

The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl—the first one, because it’s a favorite and she’s waiting to buy the second one when they release the paperback version. Sensible kid.

The 600-Story Treehouse—I’m kidding, that’s not a thing. It’s more like 72 stories*, I think. But, really, how long will the author/publisher perpetuate this premise to the tune of $14/copy? I don’t know. The kid likes it and she has spending power, so there you go. I will say that I think she may have been influenced by the slightly older girl with a distinctive cool vibe who reached right past Lucy to grab her own copy off of the shelf. (This little scenario only serves to support a theory I have about how the friendly peer pressure of Litsy is going to single-handedly revive the publishing industry, if it hasn’t already.)

*Wrong again. It’s The 78-Story Treehouse.

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The Great Book-Buying Fast, Day 4

Wait, it’s only the fourth day?! I feel like a champion of temptation resistance. I’ve deflected fastballs and curve balls and all sorts of other, er, balls being hurled by the universe directly at my face. I haven’t succumbed to the pressure of even browsing for books, not even once in four whole days! Well, three whole days and a half-day since it’s only one in the afternoon. But, still! It feels like an eternity. All melodrama aside, I really have been impressed by the frequency of times I’ve thought about purchasing a new book. I’m planning to go to the library—the free, public library—and I think about browsing the small books-for-sale section they maintain. Seriously. I’ve thought about books I could buy for my kids, books I could buy for myself, for my husband, for myself, for my mom, for friends, for myself. The trend is pretty obvious. But what’s most remarkable to me isn’t the sheer quantity of time I apparently spend on thinking about book acquisition, it’s the ease with which I dismiss those thoughts with a simple reminder to myself of my current, non-negotiable position of book-buying abstinence. Today, that’s what I find impressive—not how difficult this “fast” is, but how quickly I’ve shifted my mindset about book buying. I guess I’ll have to wait and see if the trend continues…

“The Great Book-Buying Fast” or “An Impossible Feat”

I was struck by an idea today, straight out of the bright blue spring sky: I wonder if I could go a year without buying books or clothing.

As far as clothing goes, I don’t really buy that many clothes to begin with. I have this delightful thing called a “capsule wardrobe” and I keep my clothing purchases to an intentional minimum. I’m anti-fast-fashion and committed to only buying things that fit well, mostly are produced by people who are paid fairly for their work, and that make sense as a part of the whole of my wardrobe. But, still. I don’t need any new things, so I might as well tack clothes onto the book-buying fast idea.

Books, on the other hand…I buy books like it’s my job. No, really, I should work for a bookstore. If something strikes my fancy, I find a way to get a hold of it. Lots of books are available via the public library, sure, but I’m building my own personal library and some (most) books that are worth reading are also worth owning. Growing my own library gives me a sense of hope. It’s exhilarating to add to the potential of my knowledge in such a tangible way. I love reading and I love acquiring new books. Perhaps it sounds like an exaggeration, but books are life-giving for me.

That being said, I definitely have enough to last me for a while. I have an entire room of my house filled with boxes of nothing but books, waiting for shelves to be built so they can be unpacked and displayed in all their pristine-spined glory. I really don’t need to buy any books.

I’m not doing this solely for budget reasons, nor because I think buying lots of books is a problem. I’m not really sure what is the “reason” I’m doing it, other than the fact that I think it’s worth it to try. So, here I am. This is my published contractual obligation to fast book-buying (and clothes-buying) for a whole, entire, full year. I wonder how it will go.