My name is Fabio Fernandes, and I’m a book addict.
So far, no biggie, right? That’s what all of you must be thinking. After all, if you are reading this column (and by now you really should know what this column is about), you must love books, so that makes you, dear reader, a colleague, an associate, an accomplice, a sister or brother in vice.
If you can see yourself in me, then you recognize the symptoms: the dry mouth, the sweaty palms, the accelerated heartbeat every time you pass in front of a bookstore. It doesn’t matter if it’s a good one or a rattrap, a used bookstore with a veritable treasure trove so far hidden from other eyes (for naturally only you, and nobody else, could see the value in that, yes, that dusty Charles Eric Maine pocketbook or, say, a rare Chad Oliver first edition, or even that one fairly recent Karen Traviss’s Wess’har novel you needed to complete your collection…)
You know what I mean.
Therefore, you will already believe me when I say it’s not different in the world of e-books. Not at all.
So I’m on the internet, browsing the usual suspects: Twitter, SF Signal, Amazon.com, The Book Depository, Wizard’s Tower Press, always in search of good stuff. And, as you know, there’s always good stuff. There’s always excellent stuff.
Then, one thing led to another, and something funny happened on the way to my e-reader.
At this precise moment (I’m writing these words at Tuesday, July 19, 2011), I have 418 books in Kindle format, against the 393 of last installment. Do the math: that’s 25 MORE books than two weeks ago. Almost two books a day.
Let’s start again, shall we?
My name is Fabio Fernandes, and I’m a book shopping addict.
I have no shame in being a book addict – but I find it a problem in being a book shopping fiend. You buy not only because you need, but because it’s there. Without having to go to the brick-and-mortar bookstore (which still have its charms, I can assure you – I love Livraria Cultura in São Paulo and Forbidden Planet in London, two of my favorite addresses in the whole world), I feel free to browse the cyberspace in search of my favorite books – or those novels of whose existence I was not even aware, but now that I know of them, how can I not have them? (This is a rhetorical question!)
At this very moment in time, I can’t afford it anymore. I will have to hit the brakes hard at 200 mph, so to speak. In order to survive, I will have to buy only one book a month (maybe two or three, but that’s the addiction speaking) to set my financial record straight.
But that’s not the end of the world (I guess). On the other hand, I will finally be able to focus and do better two things: reviews… and writing. (I have a novel in the making, after all, and even the research books – I’ve been buying lots of them in the past few months! – need to be read carefully.) So, if you’d be so kind, say a little prayer for me. (And, if you happen to be a publicist or an author, consider sending me an e-ARC. I would appreciate it hugely. Thank you!)