Reader’s Digest Books as Home Decor (in which I basically sell my soul to keep up appearances)

Friends, I have sold out.

I have stooped so low that I am now using books as decor.

12-year-old me would be appalled. Never would I have thought there would be books that I would pay good money for that I had no intention of reading.

I’m still feeling a little guilty about this, but hopefully blogging about it will bring me some closure and assuage some of the crushing guilt I’m feeling.

Please see exhibit A, from here:

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Just gaze at those books for a sec. And these, exhibit B:

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It’s tough to resist those colors. They just draw you in–I rest my case. Now check out mine:

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Mmmm. Love those colors. Now I just have to figure out where to best put them. And how to stop obsessing about them so I can actually blog about more substantial things. //ohwait,whoamikidding//

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I got each of these for $.25 at my fave thrift store a while back. They usually come with VERY ugly cover wraps, which I give you full and enthusiastic permission to throw away asap. Underneath, they are quite nice.

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Awesome.

Nope, I’m not going to read them. Unless the internet stops existing, or something like that, which I’m guessing won’t happen in the near future (but I’m really just spit-balling here). I’m justifying this purchase by telling myself I’m giving these books a new chance at life, even if it’s not the life they thought they were meant to live.

Someone please affirm this decor decision and make me feel better. I realize this use of books is a travesty. I even work in publishing.

And apparently blogging about this whole purchase is not providing me with the closure I’m craving. I need positive feedback. Go.

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