A Toast to My 2017 Reads


I spent most of my time (and money) on books this year. As 2017 draws to an end, a lot of us are doing reflections of the past and stating resolutions for the future, you know the whole “new year, new me” shebang. In the past 24 years of living, I know I can’t board that bandwagon, for I always reflect (read: dwell) on my past and have near-panic attacks when I think about the future.

While I’m hesitant to ring in 2018, the only thing that makes me look forward to enter the new year is my pile of unread books. Also, I have a strong feeling that my pile will grow because homegirl has zero self-control when it comes to books.

Books will certainly be a common denominator between this year, next year and the years to follow (if the world doesn’t end, that is).

I guess the only reflecting worth doing for me is on the books I read in 2017 and the quotes that made me attached to my paper friends. My reading habit includes folding the edge of the page where a particular sentence resonated with me and sometimes I jot it down (or use it in Instagram captions. Sue me i’m a millennial).

Psst, if you don’t like literature spoilers please don’t click the “continue reading” button. And yes, I refer to books as ‘paper friends’. Sue me in bibliophile court.

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Bibliophile Confessions: The Art of Hoarding.

Classify me as a bookworm or one of those people who have hobbies that are a snooze fest, but I love reading. It may have started with Peter and Jane and transitioned to Enid Blyton and went to an embarrassing hopeless romantic (read: deplorable) phase of Nicholas Sparks and even the “football literature” phase with works from Sid Lowe and Stefan Szymanski. But soon I found my cup of tea when it came to books: Haruki Murakami.

Anyone who knows me well is aware that I’m a self-confessed Murakami snob, a moniker I take seriously. So far, I’ve read nine of his works. I loved the idea of meeting a Sheep Man who tells you to dance, the ability to talk to cats, having a parallel universe with two moons or when your brain is circuited to the end of the world. Oh, and not to forget all those times you had a friend named “Rat” that you had to track within three books, completely unrelated to each other. What a dystopian literature dream!

Oh, the forbidden wonderful worlds of Haruki Murakami!


See, told ya I take the term “Murakami Snob” seriously. I got carried away. Soz.

The purpose of writing this post is to explore the art of book hoarding and how anxiety plays a role (yea, if you’re in my shoes anxiety plays a role in everything). Continue Reading