Bookoholic [portable] Instant
It started innocently enough. A picture book here, a thin chapter book there. But soon, I was sneaking pages under the dinner table, staying up past midnight with a flashlight, and turning down social plans because a fictional crisis demanded my immediate attention. I told myself I could stop anytime. I lied.
The bookoholic doesn’t just read books — they inhabit them. A bookshelf isn’t furniture; it’s a skyline of unopened possibilities. A library isn’t a building; it’s a casino where every spin wins a new world. We judge people by their paperbacks. We smell old bookstores the way sommeliers sniff vintage wine. We have a TBR (to-be-read) pile that has metastasized into a TBR bookcase, then a TBR room. bookoholic
Hi, I’m a bookoholic. And the first step is admitting you have no desire to stop turning pages. It started innocently enough