I recently purged my library of paperback books.  I kept my favorites, books I hope to get autographed one day, and my autographed copies.  I gave away a large number of books.  I still have tons.  What’s a book nut to do?  I love books. 

     Is there a book lovers anonymous?  I can picture this now.  I sit down with my fellow book addicts and slug back coffee after coffee, while listening to others tell their tales of addiction.  Then it’s my turn to stand up.

     “Hello my name is M and I’m a book addict.” 

     “Hi, M!”

     I can’t go to a conference and  come home without books.  I can’t walk into a book store and leave without buying at least one book.  I devour books, sometimes reading two in a day.  I’m so far ahead of our local library’s newest acquisitions they should ask me what’s new.

     I take pleasure in a great turn of phrase, an imaginative simile, a good joke, a skillful mystery, a story that paints a vivid picture with words.  Maybe it’s not an addiction to books but a love affair with words.