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Confessions of a Book Addict

September 16, 2011

I confess. I suffer a serious addiction. Books.

Lots of people share this affliction, but I’m here to admit that it is very, very real.

I probably read about two books per week. One per week if I’m busy. One per ten days if I clean my house. There. I admitted it. My house suffers due to my addiction to great books.

If I find a fantastic title with developed, well-rounded characters, an intriguing plot and inspiring setting, I’m hooked. I can’t help myself, but I get sucked in and become a part of the action. I get to know the characters. I dream about them and find myself thinking of them during the day. While reading exciting scenes, my heart races as if I’m there. I shed tears when I lose love or life along with those characters.

I’ve been this way since I was able to read.  I had friends growing up who were paid per title to read. My parents told me we couldn’t keep buying new books; I had to use the library. Even now, my mom asks me all the time, “How do you find time to read so much?”

The honest truth is that I read to the detriment of my other responsibilities. My favorites are the books written in series. You get to know the characters and miss them when the book ends. These wonderful authors give us addicts the gift of book series. I get myself on the wait list at the library for two or three books in a series at a time, knowing that I won’t want to wait to devour the next story to find out what happens to these new friends.

If I ever answer the door to you and step outside instead of inviting you in, chances are good that I’m in the midst of an addictive series and my house is a wreck as a result of the neglect.

I am a book nerd. I’ve been teased for always having my nose in a book pretty much all my life. But I’m okay with it. If you share this addiction, then check out my books page. I hope to share my favorites and get more recommendations from all of you. Grab a mug or a glass and curl up with your favorite.  Happy reading!

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. ashleyinnc permalink
    September 17, 2011 8:47 AM

    As a fellow book lover, I am thrilled with this post! I am so excited to be your GoodReads friend! 🙂 I am terrible about keeping it up, but this has just inspired me to go update with some great books I have read lately!!

  2. Katie Mack permalink
    September 18, 2011 11:11 AM

    Believe it or not your childhood friends envied how easy reading came to you, and have pushed forth to become avid readers themselves. Thank you for the inspiration to want to “love to read”. I am fortunate to have a child who is an avid reader and she continues to push me to read as well. Thanks for sharing your favorites!

  3. Mike permalink
    September 18, 2011 3:44 PM

    Ok, so let me do the math here…I’m a bit of a number cruncher…
    If u read 2 books/week, one book/week if busy…
    I’d say that’s about 2 books/week right there.
    2 books/week x 52 weeks = 104 books/year
    …now that’s if you don’t clean your house…
    …if you clean your house…
    1 book/10 days over 365 days = 36.5 books/year

    On a pure cost/benefit analysis, I’d say clean your house if you want to stop reading so many books. There you go. I’m not a counselor, but I think I just cured your addiction.
    Now that doesn’t take into account all the pressures of things like boiling the water for mac and cheese while changing a diaper etc. I get it. So, as your hired Mike Consulting firm, here’s my recommendations. Go get a surfboard or a bike or running shoes or a beer bong or fuck it, a real bong, and have some fun. There is a sun out there and fresh air.

    Your loving brother, Mike

    • September 18, 2011 5:14 PM

      And welcome, readers, to life with my big brother. I think he’s posturing to get me to write a post about him.

      Mike, I do run at least twice a week and cook homemade meals every night for my family. Plus chauffeuring three kids to and from school, recreation, gymnastics, football, being a Class Mom and Cub Scout Den Leader. Then homework help, grocery shopping, laundry, bathing, dressing and just raising said kids and still responding to sarcastic comments and texts from my “loving brother.” How is it that I’m 36 years old, but still find myself wasting breath trying to defend myself to you? The more things change, the more they stay the same.

      Love ya, butthead.
      ~Stace

  4. October 19, 2011 10:39 AM

    Hi it’s Mia from Rock Me Fabulous. I love this post because I myself am an avid book reader. I don’t read as much as you do but I can say you’ve inspired me to read a little more often.

  5. October 19, 2011 10:49 AM

    Thanks for the drop-in, Mia! Beware the book addiction…it’s a blessing and a curse, right?

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