I have many addictions. So many that I forget what they are until I come across something that speaks to one of my addictions. I collect finger nail polish, I have to get a new color at least once a month or I go mad. I am addicted romance! If it’s a book, movie, show, anime or even day dreaming. If there is a potential love story I am all over it! And let’s not forget my addiction to notebooks. There is just something about blank pages that drive my imagination wild. Oh, and pens! I am always buying new pens, even when I don’t need new ones.
My biggest addiction though, is books. I am always buying new books. Every time I walk into Walmart I have to hit up the book section to browse the covers. I am the worst when it comes to book covers. They draw me in and even if the story doesn’t sound all that great.
Then there is also the opportunity to buy e-books. I have two Kindles! I go through the suggested books and add them to my list of books I want to read. Then on days that I feel the worst I go on a shopping spree…online. Books. I have to have books! I have to own the stories and worlds and pieces of authors that are sitting out there waiting for me to find them.
Maybe it’s not even the books that I am addicted to, but the stories within. The worlds that take me away from the bland life that I have grown accustom to. The places that I can explore and the hundreds of relationships that I can be a part of. It’s the friends that I can have and the perfect life that I can live.
No…it’s the books. The smell, the feel, the words, and the beautiful cover art. For some reason there is something relaxing about buying a new book. I am a strange girl. When I go on a shopping spree it’s not for clothes and shoes and jewelry, it’s for books. I can dream longer and be happier longer with a book in my hands than a new pair of shoes.
There is no greater escape then falling into someone else’s imagination.