Bookaholic? How we succumb to being one..

The budget bookstore I go to

I 'beh tahan' (couldn't contain myself) yesterday so I made a trip to the Bookxcess Bookstore at Amcorp Mall in PJ on my way home from work.

My initial plan was to collect my membership card (which i should have done so more than a month ago), pick up a book at the bargain corner and zoom out of there before I succumb to the wraths of bookdom.

Soonest I stepped into the bookstore I headed directly to the offer section. Spotted two books; The Lost Labyrinth and The Geneva Deception. They were on sale at an unbelievably low price.  Who wouldn't pick them up??  Well, two books wouldn't hurt.  They're so cheap!, I quipped myself.  Up they went into my arms.

Now, instead of heading toward the service counter to get my membership card next, my feet weren't listening to me.  They somehow seemed to have gotten possessed and turned left toward the skyscrapers of fictions, literatures and mysteries. Luckily nothing captured my attention there. But as I turned around, there was a whole range of interesting literatures staring into my face! Shit. Ok, I thought to myself. I'll just screen through.  Wrong move.

Tash Aw's The Harmony Silk Factory, Kunal Basu's The Opium Clerk, Chimamanda's Purple Hibiscus among a few others protruded from the shelf looking like candy popsicles.  Irresistable!

I thought I'd heard my cousin mentioned some of the titles on the shelf so I called her up - she's in China - and, well, tried to tease her with these temptations.  I ended up getting two books for my cousin and swept two more into my arms.

I entered the bookstore with two intentions - to collect my membership card and pick one bargain book.  I ended up with six books.  Two for my cousin and four books I got for myself!

How's this for a bookaholic?