Now that is such an interesting word, eh? It reeks of decadent debauchery, drama, and yes, eventual decline and downfall. At least it appears that way if you keep up to date with the Jon Gosselin escapades (as told through the eyes of TMZ.com or Perez Hilton).
Applied to me, however, the word addiction becomes…well, boring. And weird. Definitely Enter the Twilight Zone and The Outer Limits kind of weird. Like Busta Rhymes hanging out with Martha Stewart weird (which DID happen!).
I am addicted to books. Mangoes, Moleskine artist journals, fountain pens, shoes, Red Velvet cupcakes, and Earl Grey tea, too…but mostly books. Books. Literature. Seems innocuous enough, eh?
Ha! Not according to my bank account.
So I (finally) gathered all my receipts, bank statements, and balanced my checkbook from the last 2 years, and as it turns out, I spent roughly the same amount of money for 'reading for pleasure' books as I did for 3 semesters of required textbooks!
My name is Dorky McBook, and I am an addict. It has been ten minutes since I last read a book.