Being an English major in college was fun. I wasn't like other students, complaining about their classes. I loved it, every last second (except for the gen eds.. nobody really liked those). One of the best aspects of college was all the books I got to buy. I never sold books back like my friends.. I couldn't stand to part with Virginia Woolf or Mr. Fitzgerald as easily as my roommate sold back her Chemistry books.
But now, several years later, I'm still hording books. I cant seem to stop, and they are spilling out all over the house. My office is full, the living room shelves are full, and please don't peek under the beds. I smell an intervention coming.