I'm a book junkie.  I crave books.  I don't even have to read them, but I want them.  I especially love used books.  Oh, the smell.  I go from second hand store to second hand store, scouring the shelves for anything good.  I always look for kids books first, but I like books for me too.  Anything at or above my childrens reading level.  I have wondered if one of my reasons for homeschooling my kids somehow revolves around the books we would need. 

I subscribe to the local newspaper only because I am afraid of missing the local library book sales.  I am thinking of joining the "Friends of the Library" just so I get to go to the book sales early, and I am not a joiner.  I have actually scheduled vacations around library books sales. 

I keep lists of books that I want to read, that I want the kids to read, and of books that we have so I don't buy (too many) doubles.  My current list of kids book that we have is well over 700 in number.  The list of books I want my kids to read is over 600, and it doesn't include books that we already have. 

I keep library card numbers of all my family members at my computer so I can special order and re-new on-line at the drop of a hat.  One library system has actually reprimanded me for over-requesting books.  I regularly frequent four different libraries.  When my girls got their library cards I wrote it down in their baby books.  If I reach the limit on my library card, I check out books on the girls cards.  I consider it a great date if my husband takes me to the library. 

My books shelves are over full.  They have layers of books that can't even be seen unless you remove other books.  I have an entire shelf reserved just for library books and it's almost always full.  On my book shelves right now I bet there are at least a dozen books that I have a book mark in because I couldn't wait to finish one before starting another. 

One recent overcast afternoon our lights were flickering, making me wonder if the electricity might go out.  This prompted me to slip into a fantasy where my power goes off and I take my kids (who are scared when the power goes off) to spend the night with their Grammy and come home and read in bed for hours by flashlight. Sounds like heaven to me.