Feed Me

There are certain things I can't resist. They are like my own personal crack... gotta have 'em. Number one on the list is books. I have to force myself to stop buying them. Everybody who knows me, knows that a Borders gift card is the perfect gift in my opinion. Keep them coming.

I used to have a rule that if I started to read a book I had to finish it. Over time I gave that up because: 1) Life is too short to be reading books that are just OK; and 2) I have to maintain a pretty brisk pace to make sure my mound of unread books doesn't overtake me. A book has about 100 pages to capture my attention or it's history. There are only two books that I have given second chances to, fifth book of the Harry Potter series and The Lord of the Rings. I want to like them but can't seem to get into them.

I tried the library thing but have some serious issues with borrowing books. The covers are hidden on the shelves. How can I tell if I want to read it without seeing the cover? I end up pulling a million books off the shelf before finding one that it interests me.

When new books by my favorite authors come out you have to be on a waiting list to borrow them. Bah, I'll just go buy it. Impulses must be immediately satisfied. And time limits, two weeks to read a book? What if I want to read another book in the middle of this one?

Library books don't have that new book smell and feel. When you crack open a new book for the first time it's like it was waiting just for you. Don't EVEN get me started on the librarian. She acts like she owns the damn books. Giving you the stink eye, trying to size up whether or not you're the type to dog ear your pages. It just doesnt' work for me. I need to possess the books, not just read them.

I also have a thing for pajamas. I love pajamas. I go through phases. For awhile it was nightgowns. For a long time it's been long, baggy cotton pants (my husband hates them). Right now I love the silky pajama sets with matching robe.

One addiction I cured myself of was paper. You know, stationery type paper for writing letters. I also love note pads of colored paper. I eventually had to give this one up because I just don't write letters and it's not too practical to buy paper just so you can run your hands over it and then put it back in the drawer. You know, now that I think about it, I suppose I could buy it and just use it for notes and scribblings. Who's to say it has to be used for letter writing. Oh my gosh, I've got the paper monkey on my back again.