I'm hopelessly addicted. My home is testimony to that. They're everywhere, in all kinds of nooks and crannies, taking up space. I still want more. When I see them, I can't say no.
So, when my husband happened to mention I could get more on Friday, even though I still wasn't feel that great, I couldn't resist.
Off I went to the book sale at the Arlington Heights Memorial Library. And, yes, although I had way too many already, I happily came back home with a tote bag jammed high with more books. I don't know where I'll put them all.
I confess, I'm addicted. Also, I don't know of any cure. Judging from attendance on the first night of the sale, I'm not the only one.