True Confessions?

I know I claimed to have given up the blog but I'm compelled to write today even if you one else cares! I went to the library today to get the books we selected for the next 2 months. I easily located "Tender is the Night" but "Jitterbug Perfume" is not part of the university's collection (hmm, I wonder what that means...). Even though I wasn't successful in borrowing our selection for next month, I left with my usual bag of books. So many intriguing titles circled the porch at Nancy's and I just couldn't let them escape unread. So arriving home with me this evening, along with "Tender is the Night", are 1) "Water for Elephants" 2) "The Monsters of Templeton" and 3) "Garden Spells". So thanks everyone for the suggestions!

My main reason for writing today is to confess something. "Hi, my name is Linda and I have a reading problem". Yes ladies, I am a book addict. My courses begin in 3 days. I have seen the syllabi and am aware that I will be buried in feminist philosophy for 15 long weeks. The readings for my courses could not be considered "light reads" by anyone's standards, yet I am dragging home a bag of titles that will be sure to call to me in the night, assuring a shortened night's sleep as I stand at the kitchen counter (yes stand, it's the only way I can keep alert at 1:00 a.m.) for just "one more chapter". I had no intention of borrowing literary Sominex mind you, but in the end the cravings won out. Addictions are complex. I will regret yet find pleasure in the time invested in absorbing every word. I will be prepared for book club and arrive armed with critique and acclaim to share. I will also make it through my coursework somehow. After all there's always time to read, isn't there?