Saturday, October 23, 2010

Without Question, I Have a Problem

I like to read. A lot.

We're talking possibly unhealthy amounts of love for the act of reading.

In the last 6 weeks, I've read 24 books.

I read books at red lights.

I read books while I'm walking places.

Once, a boy I know who's pretty cute and nice and funny saw me reading a book in the Subway line here on campus. He was waiting in the Teriyaki Stix line. I really liked the book I was reading. He invited me to eat lunch with him. Tempting. But the book was better. I lied. I said I had to get right back to work, that I had things to do at the office during lunch. It wasn't true. I just wanted to keep reading my book in the precious 52 minutes remaining of my lunch hour.

I read every night in bed before I go to sleep.

I read books while watching movies.

I read books instead of doing homework.

I read instead of answering the phone.

I currently have 13 books checked out from the BYU library. I also have 11 books checked out from the Provo public library.

I need help.

4 comments:

Simini said...

That's why you go to grad school and become a librarian. It's like AA for bibliophiles.

Murlene Brown Watkins said...

Hmmmm.....I thought you said you had a problem. Sounds normal to me! (Except the turning down lunch with a cute guy...that might be a LITTLE pathological!)

Tunes & Spoons said...

I'm so jealous. I can't read. I just can't do it. It's so hard for me to concentrate. Luckily my ADD is toning itself down a little bit. So, maybe there is hope for me to e a reader someday!!

madi said...

hilary, you're my favorite. how'd the interview go??