Readaholics Anonymous

I had a mental battle today... a big one...

I was driving to the library today, grumbling, of course, about how I don't make enough money to support my growing book addiction.

Boo, hoo, everyone pity me... I have to borrow books. Boo, hoo, hoo, hoo.

Not that I have anything against libraries... librarians... or even library books, really.

I just have a "thing" for the way a book spine crackles when I open it for the first time.... the delicious wafting of ink and new paper floating out, tickling my senses with the tantalizing anticipation of adventures that I will find within those stark, white, hot-off-the-press pages...

"Hi. My name is Julie. And I'm an addict."

Yeah. For real.

So there I was, bargaining with the Devil about what I'd exchange for a never-ending supply of new books...

"I'd give up chocolate..."

"I'd give up my soul..."

I'd give up new shoes..."

"I'd--"

Wait.

Shoes?

Did I just say shoes?

Hmmm.....

Let me think.

Idon'tknow. Idon'tknow. Idon'tknow!

There wasn't actually a victor in the epic mental battle of New Shoes v. New Books. I justified my lack of conviction by telling myself: "Pshaw, riiiight... as IF I'd ever get a never-ending supply of new books!"

But in reality, I was just indecisive.

About the shoes, anyway.

I'd totally give up my soul, though. Haha.

Just kidding.

What would YOU give up for a never-ending supply of  new books?!