my sneaky little book addiction…

let’s just say I’m really glad I get a tax write-off for things I donate to the local library! I love to read…I think the word voracious was invented just to describe my reading habits. Learning about new things (over the weekend I read an anthropology textbook on religious and ethnic subcultures in the States) or just pure escapism (last night I read a cozy whodunit and half of a Margaret Maron book)…I can’t get enough of reading!

I know I started reading at age 4, and I know I read so much because of growing up in one of the aforementioned subcultures and being without TV for religious reasons. But it’s stayed with me, even as an adult. The internet has done nothing to lessen this, although it had made me Kindle-resistant. I do enough reading on a screen every day – at night I want to curl up with a good book and feel the paper and look at the cover and have the whole sensory experience of a pleasant-to-the-touch object.

The Husband doesn’t get it – he’s not a fast reader, although not for want of intelligence.  A love of all things written was never cultivated in him as his religious subculture was even more restrictive than mine.  So he doesn’t see how I can sit down and devour entire books in one gulp – I can read Pride and Prejudice faster than I can watch the movie. Most of the time, I opt for book over movie – I just prefer books!

If I don’t have at least 10 books in my reading queue, I get anxious and jittery – I’m not kidding when I say it’s an addiction. I know, I know, the first step is admitting there’s a problem. But *my* problem is that I have no deisre to find a cure!

That being said…who knows of any good books?!