Let me tell you the story of my book addiction, also known as when I admitted I had a problem.
I have to leave the house early for the school run due to limited parking at the school. Not a problem as this gives me a chance to read : D
Being efficient *not* I combined jobs on the school run. I had to make a collection for the day job *eBay Shop* and return a book to the library. I left early in order to achieve all these goals and still get a parking spot.
I returned the book to the library, had a quick scan which is amazing for me as I generally get totally distracted by the books in the library. Strolled out of the library as I hadn't seen anything that I HAD to have. Got half way down the street then realised that I had left my current book at home *shock quickly followed by panic*.
No problem I thought, this little village has a wonderful charity shop for books, I will just pop in there and I will be fine. Plus a good excuse to give the hubs as to why I had yet another book ;)
Ten minutes later, no book for me but 10 books for £5 for the monsters *sigh*. Now I was really panicking *gasp* I might have to wait by the school with no book *the horror*.
Then I remembered the little indie book store at the other end of the High Street. Remember I still hadn't made my collection at this point. So I ran (well wobbled) up the high street in search of a book : D
For a small store they have rather a good stock of YA books.
Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at it) I had a lot of the books in stock in my TBR pile and there was nothing there that I just HAD to have (or could justify to the hubs). Feeling desolate I resigned myself to sitting at the school without a book *sigh*. I made my way back to the car to actually make the collection the journey was intended for.
After starting the car I happened to glance at the clock. *Gasp* I had exactly 5 minutes to make my collection and get to the school before the children came out. The school is probably a good 5 minutes drive from there and traffic at the end of school is always a nightmare plus there was the parking problem to consider.
I shot over to make the collection, parked on double yellows with the hazards going *I don't recommend it*. Flew across a very busy road in full panic mode. Barged into the collection. Luckily the person I had to make the collection from is a super nice person, he had the package ready for me and giggling told me to calm down. He said 'Didn't I see you pass in the car earlier?' to which I answered 'Ummmm, yes, I had to take a book back to the library'. He knows of my book addiction and started laughing.
I then made a mad dash for the school, obviously driving very carefully. Luckily the traffic was on my side (which makes a change). When I got to the school I had a parking spot as someone else was pulling out and the children were just walking out of the door. Making my dilemma about not having a book totally unfounded as now I didn't have time to read anyway. LOL.
Anyone got any other stories of book addiction they would like to share : D