Tons and Tons of Books

So I'm a bookaholic, if there ever was such a thing. I love books. I love to read for fun and to read interesting things that I can later quote and sound really cool. So I recently went a little overboard on the books. I read book reviews in magazines and decide that I can't live without those books. I spend money on hard back books to add to my "collection". I guess I'm assuming that at some point, someone very well read will come to my home and see my "collection" and admire, "Wow, you are so very well read. Will you please join our underground book club?" I don't know what I was thinking. There was a sale at Barnes and Noble online and I bought a few books. I joined a book club and received seven new books. I can finish a book (If I really try hard) in about 3 days. So ahead of me I have nine unread books. They all seemed like really good books and of course most of them were a really good deal. My grandma would be so proud. I got most of them on sale. See, my thought was that since I'm not working, I would have plenty of time to read. Unfortunately, I only seem to have time to read while I'm in the bathroom. I have the wonderful invention of cable TV and it's hard to turn it off to devote time to reading. However, I did it yesterday and plan to do it later today. Hopefully I can finish my current book by tomorrow afternoon. Is it possible? My husband thinks I'm crazy and has banned me from entering a Barnes and Noble until all of my current books are read. At least he's not trying to get me to sell any of them. How dare I even bring up the notion of breaking up the "collection". I blame my favorite female authors. I read their blogs and they recommend other books by other female authors. I have to go out and buy those books, don't I? What would the authors think if I didn't listen to their every recommendation? Okay, so it's a sickness. I'm sick, that's what it is. But books make me happy. Should I stop doing something that makes me happy? Wow, I am sick. I'm giving the excuses of a junky, aren't I? Well, at least it's books and not expensive shoes, or cashmere sweaters, or smack for God's sake. Okay, I'm done with my ranting. I'm going to turn off the TV and finish reading (or at least read a lot more) of Conversations with the Fat Girl by Liza Palmer. It's getting good.

Ciao!