Why I Hate Books

Guess what these are:

Yes, they're books. But they are ALSO the first ever books I have bought where I have gone to the author's website before I read the book. Yup, apparently socialnetmarketing (or whatever it's called) works on me.

So I bought Divergent on Amazon, but Across the Universe I bought at the Chapters (The Bookstore for Canada) in Calgary.

So. I had convinced my mom to go to the Chapters that happened to be in the same shopping complex as the scrapbooking store she wanted to go to (and I did too, admittedly). She agreed, and as soon as I was in the store (oooh look books!!!) I headed straight for the teen section.

My heart started pounding and I kind of felt like jumping up and down like an excited little girl on her birthday. (But I contained myself). Because there, on the shelves, were BOOKS!!! (I know, I should have been prepared for this, considering it's a bookstore...)

And there were tons of books that I'd seen all over the 'net, their awesome blurbs and praise spread across the world. There was Imaginary Girls by Nova Ren Suma, the Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare, Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins, She's So Dead to Us, Across the Universe, Beauty Queens, Falling for Hamlet... and even more!

And I had a $25.00 gift card.

That is ONE BOOK, my friend.

That's why I hate books. Because they're WAY TOO AWESOME. If they weren't, I wouldn't care about spending money on them.

But they are. And I do. So I hate them.

*Note: In this sense, "hate" means I adore them and want to eat them for breakfast because I love them so much. I love you, books!!