Book Worm Syndrome

My pride and joy…



Kind of full, eh? Although I fear the day my bookcase will be full (since that means I’ll have to find new places for my books or – ye gods – sell some of my books), every now and then I wonder what it’ll look like when my bookcase is finally all filled with books.

I love books, I really do. It goes beyond love and into obsession and I’m damn proud of it!
I’m such a crazy book person that being called a ‘book worm’ has kind of lost all meaning for me. If my house were burning, I’d probably burn with my books. Or maybe I’ll try to carry off both bookcases, but seeing as how they’re full and, uh, big and I don’t think I can do that, even with the adrenaline rush… so I think I’ll end up burning. Hee.

I’m the type of person who can’t go a month, max, without stepping inside my favorite bookstore or even any bookstore. I’ve even tried looking for books that I’ve heard and I want to have but isn’t being carried locally so the very nice customer service people are tasked with alerting me as to when said books will show up in the country and be available (waaaah). I’m the type of crazy-ass book buyer who can lug around 10 books to the cashier and not even blink an eye (the cashier person does enough eye-blinking for the both of us, thank you very much).

I sometimes feel that I’m so bad that I compare prices by wondering who many of the average books I can buy with the amount of money being asked for. I’m the type of person who’d probably survive with one meal a day just so I’d have enough money to buy books. I’m the type of person who craves books like one craves two to three meals a day and their special foods during special occasions.

I’m just basically a massive bookworm through and through. In fact, if you can find a term that’s bigger than a bookworm (book… snake??), then that’s me.