I have a serious book habit. I get through several books a week. But there’s a problem: I’m a writer. I don’t earn much money.
So what do I do?
Answer: I go to charity shops, or I turn to the dark side and order my books from the used books section on Amazon.
But the guilt is getting to me.
I am the world’s worst hypocrite: I would be the first to complain if there were no bookshops left on the streets. It would be like the world being devoid of clouds or trees or birds.
It just cannot happen.
It would be too devastating.
So, from this point onward, I am going to make amends by buying one book a month from a real-life bookshop.
I know it’s not much but it’s a start. And as I earn more (note the optimism), I’ll buy more books – from bookshops I want to support, like my local Bookends in Emsworth, Waterstones in Chichester (where I spend many a drizzly lunch hour), and the amazing One Tree Books in Petersfield.
Anyone fancy joining me on my mission?