A colleague tipped me off that my favourite bookshop (or at least the one where I most frequently shops) are about to close and that they are selling out everything at a 50% discount. I have been planning what to order on amazon but I guess that can wait a month - I bought 14 books today. And it seems it is quite literally one from every genre, which is good - going to keep me occupied for the coming month.
When I came home I stacked them up in my bookshelf - I usually stack unread books in front of other books and place them more permanently once they are read. And looking at my neat stacks of books to read, I felt my shoulders relaxing and a feeling of safety descend on me.
My cat gets anxious if there is no or little food in his bowl. "I am going to starve!" he tells me. It seems I have a similar unconscious worry about books.
And slightly related: An acquaintance said of me many years ago that I suffer book-bulimia.