And I'm addicted to books. I read them haphazardly, set them around the house, pick up new ones before the old ones are finished, buy books on impulse and finger the pages when they arrive...my nightstand is full, my time is limited, and my mind is full of snapshots of pages and words, all running together to make some sort of cohesive thought.
Is there a cure?

I had half a notion to start a thread last week saying, "You know you're a book junkie when... you are in your grandmother's 100 degree attic, when by chance you notice a lone bookshelf behind a few boxes of "stuff", then proceed to forget your real reason for being up there, prop your foot up on one box and lean in, half contourting your body and making sure the other foot doesn't get too close to the nearby mousetrap-all in hopes of finding a treasure. (No such luck this time, either...) I did manage to laugh at myself when my ds12 came up and asked what I was doing?! LOL