bibliophilic monologue

Collecting Books: A Musing

Today I am going to talk about a topic that almost every bibliophile is consumed by: book collecting. A few days earlier, I posted a review of a book called The Thing The Book which discusses the importance of a book as a physical object transcending its use as a vessel for stories or words. This got me thinking about my own habits where book collecting is concerned and how they have evolved over the years as I grow older and my tastes change.

As I may have spoken about it elsewhere, in Fiji where I spent most of my formulative years, books are an expensive commodity (harlequin paperbacks alone can cost up to $30 Fijian each) and my family wasn’t exactly swimming in cash. The library (there was only for the entire city) didn’t have much of an offering and you were only allowed to take two at a time. I lived in a village so it wasn’t as if I could walk over and get new books every time I finished reading the ones I had checked out. Still, it wasn’t too bad. There were thrift stores that got Australian children’s lit (mostly romance YA) and relatives who came overseas were asked to bring me books and they usually obliged. My collection in Fiji was haphazard and contained mostly the romance genre.

I brought books with me when I came to Canada but I doubt I have any of them with me anymore because the books I brought were falling apart anyway and were romance novels which I no longer read. As a child let loose in a candy store, in the beginning, say I was seventeen, I started collecting whichever book came my way. I just kept it regardless of the decreasing space in my already tiny room. In my mid-twenties, I started getting interested in specific authors and because I had a little amount of disposable income, I started buying books by those authors. Still, I was not very discerning and would frequent library sales and come away bearing suitcases full of books that perhaps still languish on my TBR piles. I started reviewing books and kept all the ARCs sent my way even if I didn’t like the stories they told.

Now that I’m older and though I have very little (or rather no) disposable income (at the moment, I am looking for a job), I have particular tastes. First, I am trying to build up a diverse collection so I tend towards POC authors and stories. I have a very large number of unread books but I know that I won’t be keeping the majority of the books after I read them. Either because I won’t like them or because I will give them to my nieces or simply because I know someone else will enjoy them more than I did. I have also noticed a burgeoning aesthetic sensibility that attracts me towards pretty books. Even though these books may cost a lot more and tell the same story as a standard edition, I will buy them because I am a book collector and I love books and I want them to be pretty.

To conclude, here are some pictures of my collection.







6 thoughts on “Collecting Books: A Musing

  1. I bought books obsessively in high school — the little money I made from my minimum wage 10 hrs/week job went almost entirely toward gas and books. Then in college I started to have real expenses and even less income, so I stopped buying books. In fairness, I also had so little time I stopped reading, so there was no need for books. When I started my full time job about 3 years ago, I slowly got back into reading, and I went on a spending spree. I loaded up my bookshelves (which I had to buy) with books, and when I ran out of space on my bookshelves, I went to Wal Mart and bought another one of their $30 cases. I had disposable income to spare.

    Now I’m saving for a house.

    Needless to say, I’m not really buying books.

    It’s funny the trends we go through :)

    Lovely post!

    ~Liza @ Classy Cat Books

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  2. I’m not the only one with literally suitcases of books?! YES!

    I’m with you – for example I love the Aussie version of the Abhorsen books and I HATE the new American covers…so I’m thinking of saving up to buy the Aussie version of Clariel haha! I never used to care about covers…but somewhere in the middle of blogging, I started caring. And it’s WEIRD.


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