It’s true.

I looked it up on the internet, and I present these typical symptoms:

§  I will sit and read for hours at a time, sometimes until my eyes are so tired I can hardly focus on the words on the page.

§  There are stacks of books everywhere in my house—on tables, on chairs and footstools and, of course, in bookcases.

§  I have been known to not answer the phone if I am in the middle of a chapter that I find fascinating.

§  When I finish a book, I am anxious and at loose ends until I start the next one.

§  I think about the characters even when I’m not reading the book.

§  I have a Kindle and an I Pad with books loaded on them.

§  When I read a book for my book club, I can’t wait to discuss it.

§  I find it hard to give books away—even ones that I know I will never read again.

§  I love libraries and bookstores.

I’ve been like this since I was a child, so I think that my case may be hopeless.

When I was a kid, my sister complained that I read too much and wouldn’t put my book down to play. And one of my teachers thought that I might have read every book in our local library.

Friends have suggested a support group to help me deal with this addiction…but I’d have to tear myself away from what I’m reading to go… and I can’t do that until I’ve finished the book.