Hello, my name is Mary, and I am an addict. I'm addicted to books. I lose sleep, I put off things I should be getting done to read a few more pages, and find myself putting the book down after a few more chapters.
When I know a book is due to arrive in the mail, my heart beats a little bit faster when I see the mail truck. If the book is in the mailbox I dance a little jig. If it's not, I am disappointed.
When I visit people's homes, I am drawn to their bookcases. I stand there, head cocked, scanning titles. I ask to borrow books without even thinking about it. I exclaim over books I've read and start a discussion about them.
It's sick, I know, but I don't know how to stop.