Serious addiction

The problem with an addict is that she never wants to admit she actually is an addict.

On a rainy, snowy night, I wasn't even finished with my first "hit" when I realized I needed to drive to the nearest dealer to get my second. Here's something you should know about me - I strongly dislike driving at night - something having to do with getting older and the eyesight.

My fear of driving was squelched by my need to have the second one right after I finished the first one.

Yes, it’s true I am a book addict. Just ask my family and they can tell you how bad my habit is. When a book has me hooked and reading like a mad women to get to the final page, my family knows they cannot count on me to feed them, do their laundry, vacuum, dust or even move an inch from the couch. All that drives me is the need - the hunger - to finish the book.

And then I will start the next one.

I was reading “The Hunger Games” when I realized I had only 20 pages left. I couldn’t wait until the next day to start the next book “Catching Fire.”  And when I was at the “dealer,” I realized I might as well get the last book “Mockingjay.” After all there aren't many book stores open at midnight.

After finishing three book in three days, I visited my favorite “dealer” – the library. I love that place – and in a week I read, “The Little Giant of Aberdeen County,” “The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake” and “Dead Bolt.”

Needing something to read I went to the library today and got five books to read and four vegetarian cookbooks to glean new recipes from.

I always carry a book with me – reading a few pages here or there while waiting for a game to begin, when I pick up Blake from school or the water to boil.

Yes, I am a book addict. And if you are too – let me know your favorite books.