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.