One of my biggest secrets is what happens to me when I go to libraries or bookstores. I'll share it with you today because I'm feeling open, and also because it just happened to me and I'm too tired now to think of anything else to blog about.
The thing is, I overheat. I hyperventilate, and get faint, and out of breath, and sweaty, and I almost pass out. And I'm an English major. I have to go to the library or a bookstore fairly often. I mean, it's required. And nearly every single time, I leave feeling weak and exhausted from the ordeal.
Don't get me wrong, I like books. I love them. If I could curl up on top of a pile of books or sit on a thrones of books like the women from these photos, I totally would. It's not like being around books gives me hives or anything.
Actually, it's quite the opposite. I think that being around literally thousands of books I can't read and won't have time to ever read kind of stresses me out. And by kind of, I mean to the point where I feel flustered and faint and lightheaded.
It also might have something to do with the fact that I leave my library visits until the last minute, and end up hauling fifty pounds of books around in bags, while I stoop, rifle through the stacks, and walk endlessly back and forth trying to locate PS561.T78 2004.