Hello, my name is Melissa, and I am a Bookaholic.
When you think of losing yourself in a book, images of comfortable, oversized chairs, crackling fires, and dark evenings might spring to mind. While winter reigns as the undisputed king of novel reading, Summer just might be its queen. Blistering heat, cool air conditioning, and sandy beaches all make periods of inactivity a requirement for survival. Enter books. Many, many, many books.
It takes me about a day to read a typical paperback book. Something a little meatier might spread out over a few days. I wake up early to read. I go to bed late because I'm reading. I read while my children have horseback riding lessons, swim practice, and tennis lessons. I read on the treadmill. I listen to books on tape while I do other exercise and activities. And when I'm not reading--or playing games with my children--I am writing.
Books are my window to the world. My brain is filled with useless nuggets of information which have little or no connection to any other part of my life, all attributed to books I have read. My family takes turns trying to stump me with obscure facts. They usually walk away with an eye roll and call me "well, actually" (which is patently false, by the way; I do not say that . . . much).
A diverse group of new releases this month are currently pre-ordered and stockpiled in my Kindle for an upcoming beach trip. My husband will be grateful for the absence of the dozen-or-so books that usually accompany me on a vacatation, I assure you. And if you still have any questions about what constitutes a Bookaholic, you can ask him. He pays all the bills.
Are you a Bookaholic too?