Hello, my name is Pamela and I am addicted to books.
No really, they have taken over my life. I would rather read than talk to real people.
Books don't argue or ask what's for dinner.
They don't wear clothes so I don't have to do their laundry.
Unfortunately, they do take up a lot of space. I get some from the library, but the public libraries don't always carry what I'm looking for.
I have books in every room. Cookbooks in the kitchen, books in the living room, in every bedroom, and even in the hall.
My book shelves are overflowing, double shelved with books stacked on top.
"Where did these books come from?" My husband asks.
"Oh, I moved those from...mumble, mumble."
"What?" He asks.
So I change the subject. This only works for a little while before he says. "You know, you're going to have to get rid of some of those books. We don't have room for any more. They're taking over the house."
I turn pale and a bead of sweat forms on my forehead.
"I can't get rid of them. What if I want to read them again?"
"Well, surely, you don't need all of them." He says.
"Yeah, I do."
Don't ask me why I think I need them all. I only buy good books so it's not like I can pick out the bad ones and say I'll never read that one again.
Yes, I do read my books over and over again. It's like revisiting an old friend. You've been to their house before and you know where everything is but you still enjoy going back.
I gave away two books to charity yesterday. Phew. That's a start.
Now I can buy two more. :o)
