I don't mean eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia in the closet...I mean the one thing about myself that's really embarrassing: romance novel addiction!!!!!
Oh no!! ...you can't possibly tell your friends that you spend a couple of hours a day reading about how the cold, heartless duke falls head over heels for an innocent, independent lass and they have a passionate encounter with manhoods rising and breasts heaving and eyes flaming!....huh-uh...nope.
It started innocently enough...Betty came home for spring break one year with one of her friends (Tereasa). T. gave me an anthology of short stories containing one by Jayne Krentz. I loved it and bought my first ...you always remember your first! I had spent years reading good literature: Tolstoy, Jane Austen, Faulkner, et al...I was such a literary snob!...but, alas, I fell from grace!!!!....I know: once in grace, always in grace... but in my case it didn't work out. I moved from Jayne Krentz to Amanda Quick and then....oh no!!... Johanna Lindsey! My bookshelves overflowed ... though I hid them in the basement ...they made their ways upstairs and into (gasp!) the bedroom!
Tex asks: "Can't you get rid of some of these ...(sneer)...books?" "No, " I shout. "I might want to read them again!"...and I do ....read them again and again and again!!!! And I buy more and more and more! Can someone out there help me? or should I just say not to rehab??? luv ya amy!