I’m not sure why I do this to myself, I spend months moaning about not having anything decent to read but as soon as  I get a new book I read the whole thing in one night.

And it’s not like I have to return the book or that it doesn’t belong to me because even when I buy books I do exactly the same thing. I love to read but evidently I have the self control of an ape in a room full of bananas.

Do I really have a problem? Is it time for my friends to stage an intervention? Is giving up my sleeping and eating time to read really such a bad thing? Surely it can’t be that life threatening if I’m still alive right? Am I really the only person in the world who does this?

See, these questions have been pecking at my mind for a while now but no one seemed to have the answer. Some of my friends looked at me as though I was possessed. These were the friends who haven’t picked up a book since they left high school.

Then there’s the friends who read magazines and Twilight who thought it was acceptable to read a book quickly but told me I was insane for giving up sleep and my social life to read.

Lastly, were the friends whose eyes lit up and excitedly exclaimed that they did exactly the same thing. It was with these friends that I found I had the most in common. We bonded over memories of our childhood like that time our parents took away our book collection as punishment.

But surely everyone has come across a powerful piece that drew you in and you refused to let it go until you read the last sentence. Surely there is a story, article, recipe or poem that you just could not put down until you finished it…

Or am I just insane and in need of mental help?

Let me know what you think…

In the meantime I’m going to go back to obsessively reading the new horror I found today.

Until next time,
xoxo
Broke Bella