…and I am a Book Addict.
A colleague of mine recently had surgery. She’s doing well, but she’ll be cooped up in bed for the next few weeks recovering. Beyond being a fabulous coworker, she’s an avid reader, which naturally endears her to me even more. 
So, as a Get Well Soon present, I decided to skip on over to the bookstore and pick up a handful of novels to help her pass the time. I would be good, I decided, buying only for her and nothing for me because my TBR pile is already stacked thigh-high, I’ve long run out of room on my bookshelves, and I seriously do not need to spend the extra money.
Yeah. I’m going to be living off of Ramen and peanut butter sandwiches until pay day.
*Sighs* I really did have the best of intentions walking into that bookstore last night, but I should know myself better by now. Dropping my armful of paperbacks on the counter, the salesclerk started laughing.
“Half of them are for a friend,” I said, catching the Suzanne Brockmann that made a play for the floor.
“Uh-huh. Sure.”
“No, really. She’s sick and–”
“Riiight.” He grinned knowingly at me. “It’s not like you’re an addict or anything.”
“Well…” I looked at the pile. Half were, after all, mine. Two SuperRomances, three Nocturnes, a romantic comedy, and a paranormal. Maybe I should put some back, I thought. The categories had to stay. I’ve been trying to up my intake as I haven’t had much exposure to category romance (I’ve only read two, to be exact, both freebies from the RWA National Conference last year), so those could be safely considered research. The romantic comedy is a Jennifer Crusie re-release I’d been wanting for awhile and don’t come across that often, and the paranormal was… well, I just wanted that one.
“No, you’re right,” I told him. “I’m an addict. Don’t even bother with the bag.”
