Hi, my name is Janine and I'm addicted to print.
It started small, just a quick paperback at the airport, or thumbing through a magazine at the doctor's office. Nothing I couldn't handle - I told myself that I could stop any time I wanted to.
Before long I was carrying a book in my purse, and sneaking off during my lunch hour to read in the parking lot. I told myself that nobody knew, but I'm sure they could all smell the ink on my fingers.
Soon it was out of control. I was going online to Alibris and Amazon every day, and scouring used book sales. I would back my car up to garage sales so that I could open the trunk and pour in paperbacks. Mysteries! Romance novels! Science Fiction! Children's books! I was totally promiscuous, not even caring who I read or what it might do to me.
I finally hit bottom when I caught myself reading a People magazine. How had this happened to me? I knew I needed help, so I started only going to places where I knew nobody read books, like Republican conventions and bass fishing tournaments. I think it's working - I really feel like I have it under control now. I know it's a disease and that I'll have to struggle with this every day of my life, but - hey! Wait a minute! Is that a Borders over there? With a "Sale" sign in the window??
I'll be right back...
It started small, just a quick paperback at the airport, or thumbing through a magazine at the doctor's office. Nothing I couldn't handle - I told myself that I could stop any time I wanted to.
Before long I was carrying a book in my purse, and sneaking off during my lunch hour to read in the parking lot. I told myself that nobody knew, but I'm sure they could all smell the ink on my fingers.
Soon it was out of control. I was going online to Alibris and Amazon every day, and scouring used book sales. I would back my car up to garage sales so that I could open the trunk and pour in paperbacks. Mysteries! Romance novels! Science Fiction! Children's books! I was totally promiscuous, not even caring who I read or what it might do to me.
I finally hit bottom when I caught myself reading a People magazine. How had this happened to me? I knew I needed help, so I started only going to places where I knew nobody read books, like Republican conventions and bass fishing tournaments. I think it's working - I really feel like I have it under control now. I know it's a disease and that I'll have to struggle with this every day of my life, but - hey! Wait a minute! Is that a Borders over there? With a "Sale" sign in the window??
I'll be right back...