Confessions of a bookworm.
You probably guessed that I have a little addiction. I’ve been good this year, a lot better than what I have been in the past.
I used to shop at the thrift shop to see what books they got in that week.
These days, I might pick up one or two books a month at the local store.
I broke down Wednesday and purchased some books online. I try not to do it often. I try to restrain myself. Yeah, that doesn’t always work. And I blame it on you. Oh, you know who you are. You’re the one who found these great books and told me I should read them.
So like a good friend, I put the books on my wish list. (Hubby, if you are reading this, look away. Look away now! You don’t want to know. lol) Well, I bought them (paperback only this round). Fourteen of them. Ouch! All the while, there is part of me that is rubbing her hands together with glee! I reason with myself that I’ve read some books. I have to replenish the stacks. The rest of the books were getting lonely.
I can’t wait!
Now, it’s the fun part, a hobby ever writer and reader has indulged in from one time or another. It’s time to stalk the mail carrier. *big grin*
Now that you know my addictions (movies and books), what are yours?