My husband looked around the living room Sunday morning and said, “It looks like you’ve once again accumulated more books than you have room for in the bookcases.”
What? Just because I have books stacked on top of the bookcases and on the coffee table? Just because I brought home five more books last week from the sale at one of the local bookstores? Just because I picked up five additional books at the library on Friday and received another e-mail notice Saturday to pick up a book on hold? Just because I’ve loaded 15 novels onto my Kindle?
You’d think after being married to me more than 25 years, he’d understand my addiction. I need books, lots of books. That will never change.