This Week I Booked a Moving

I've bought a lot of books that I know I'm never going to read again. Like shirts, I keep them in my house because they remind me of past times. Also like shirts, a lot of them remind me of lunch breaks in Adelaide. I bought this book from O'Connell's Bookshop.

In the past twelve months I've actually reinvigorated my relationship with public libraries. That didn't stop me from buying this book from a bookshop in Canberra in February.

Some of the books I'm holding onto I keep because they're classics, even though reading them was a struggle.

Others I bought because they were written by people who inspire me, even if it's not their best work. Or maybe I buy them because I realise at 5pm on a Sunday in Cronulla that all I've achieved in a weekend is drive to Cronulla..

Harbour Town, a day off in 2007. Darlinghurst, a day off for different reasons in 2010.

Sometimes I bought books that I thought would inspire me, but turned out to be average. I don't know why I would keep books like that. This happens with IRL purchases and internet shopping.

Sometimes the books are good, but no longer seem relative.

Sometimes I buy bad books and keep them on my bookshelf because I don't want to admit that I made a mistake.

Sometimes I buy books for a combination of all the previous reasons specified: they might improve my writing, I'm in Melbourne, they're . Wait, that's shirts..

Sometimes I read the classics because Borders is liquidating. And because I like the idea of napping in the sunlight.

Sometimes I hold onto books because the nostalgia associated with something you borrowed forever from your Year Five teacher is too strong. Then, you convince yourself that eighteen years from now you'll feel the same feeling in your guts about thesaurus.com.