Booklust
When I was a kid — I guess we'd call me a "tween" nowadays — I read voraciously, adictively. I would lock myself in a quiet place for hours and hours on end. I distinctly remember my mom chiding me one time, telling me to come out of my room and "be a person" for a while.
Probably there aren't TOO many moms who have that problem with their teenagers. ;) At least, not addicted to books.
I've been rediscovering myaddiction passion lately. I've been reading the "Uglies" series by Scott Westerfield, and I CANNOT. STOP. READING.
I spent three hours yesterday finishing "Specials," the third in the series, and I went to the library today to get the fourth.
I read sixty pages when I got home, and then put it aside. I need to be a person for a while.
But it's still sitting in there.
Waiting.
Probably there aren't TOO many moms who have that problem with their teenagers. ;) At least, not addicted to books.
I've been rediscovering my
I spent three hours yesterday finishing "Specials," the third in the series, and I went to the library today to get the fourth.
I read sixty pages when I got home, and then put it aside. I need to be a person for a while.
But it's still sitting in there.
Waiting.
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