Then, I met my husband.
Josh is a self-proclaimed "bibliophibian." He shares my love of books, but has a different view on acquiring them. At bookstores, I comb through stacks of books, looking for that perfect one that will be the surprise find and keep me enthralled and entertained. The book I won't ever want to put down. Josh's philosophy is different: if it looks interesting, get it.
That's how this happened:
|Here is non-fiction.|
|And this is fiction.|
And, I am being completely serious. I am in the middle of all those books right now. I feel like I may be the poster child for ADD. I read 10-20 minutes from 3-4 books a night. Is this normal? I have a feeling that it isn't.
Book addiction? Maybe. Too neurotic for my own good? Oh yes, I have many people who can attest to that one.