I'm always ordering books -- some from Amazon, others from used booksellers. I order so many that it's probably time to chalk this up to an addiction. You know something's wrong when books arrive you can't even remember ordering. And it gets worse. Yesterday, a package came in the mail, addressed to me. I knew it had to be a book because that's about all I ever order -- but it was a large box and heavy. When on earth, I asked myself, did I order something like this? So, I got the scissors and began opening, finally getting inside the package just enough to see the very bottom of the book's cover. All I could see was a pair of hands. But I knew those hands. Very, very well. They were Richard III's hands.
What in hell does it mean when I can recognize the hands of a long-dead English king?
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Welcome to the world of book addiction! Maybe we can form a 12-step program!
ReplyDeleteI'll never be able to read all the books I have before I die!! I'm amazed at how many books folks such as yourself read!! I guess I spend more time writing and when I finally sit down to read, I fall asleep! But I keep muddling through!
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