For Serious Readers: Let’s play a game…
Who Am I?
My hair’s a mess and I’m still in my robe at 4:30 in the afternoon. I have dark circles under my eyes and around my arm pits. I’m surrounded by a guilty mountain of discarded candy wrappers and a pill-inducing Mount Everest pile of …
books.
That’s right–
I’m a book-aholic.
Lest you think my affliction is limited to the luscious inky smell of the print version of the seductive
species, you would be wrong.
I have two kindles, an iPad, an iPad mini and a Nook reader. I’m seriously considering buying a KOBO reader, but I would need to stop reading long enough to
get my credit card, type in all that delivery information an order the thing.
That’s right–
Disclosed book on table at library
It’s a serious affliction.
And I love it.
Books are like my air. I breathe to read—wait—no—that’s not right. I live to read and I read to breathe. No. That’s not right either…
Whatever.
You get the picture. It’s in a book.
That’s right–
I’m seriously crazy—about books.
The thing is—no one takes it seriously. I hide it.
If someone’s comes over, I’ll dress. Comb my hair. Hide my book in my blouse.
If I go out, I read on my phone. Pretend I’m texting. I wear a hat and a long coat with deep book-filled pockets. It gets hot in the summer, but whatever. I keep my secret.
No one knows I chain read.
That’s right–
I’m a chain-book-reader.
My basement is filled with old books and I built an addition to the garage out back to store https://www.viagrasansordonnancefr.com/viagra-prix/ more. I’m running out of GBs on my hard drive and I’ve taken to the cloud where I have a commercial storage package.
If Amazon had a VIP high roller club, I’d be a platinum member.
That’s right–
Amazon knows my name.
Who are you?
That’s right–
I want to know what book you’re reading. Tell me. There could be a prize in it for you…