I am a library addict. Unequivocally. I borrow the majority of my books from my local library (who I *heart* BTW); those books I love beyond compare I then purchase. (A good example of this would be Sarah Monette's The Doctrine of Labyrinths, which I hunted down in hardback [because after all, the books have to be the same size, right?] earlier this year.) These books are my 'keepers'. I've always been that way - a borrower, not a buyer. I'm not sure why...maybe because the majority of my family, not being readers themselves, couldn't understand my need to read (because that's what it feels like...a need, not a want). And the one family member who did read a lot didn't understand the need to buy a book...because (so he said) he only ever read a book once.
Hmmm... I was going to ask if you were a borrower or a buyer...and whether the current economic situation has changed your habits (and I still am interested *grin*), but...I'm curious...is reading a want or a need for you? Umm, for example, if you were told that you could never read another book again could you accept that? And I'm talking about reading for pleasure, not reading for work. It's just that I was lying in bed on Sunday night reading the following paragraph from HaveMercy and it suddenly struck me how...perfectly content the action of reading made me.
On the whole I felt as if my mind had been oddly separated from my emotions; I was speaking, certainly, but at the same time not entirely sure I was in control of the words I spoke.
Because, when I read I'm not in my room, I'm in the book...elsewhere... And that made me realise how miraculous books really are. We can go anywhere, be anyone, within a story.
So, what does reading mean to you? Is it a want or a need? And could you give it up? I know I wouldn't...and that it would break my heart if I had too.