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I am addicted to books

I wish I didn’t have to say what I was addicted to, but I feel it may help you – the reader – understand me better.

And look, it’s either that or plug one end of a jumper cable into my brain and the other end to the base of your neck, something that I’m sure will probably result in pain and no mind transferrance.

Regardless, this is my first addiction post.

Here we go. Ahem.

Hi. My name is Leigh and despite being as random as my title slogan, I am addicted to books.

I am utterly, completely, ridiculously engrossed in the nature of what the printed word is. I cannot survive without text on paper, image on glossy. I fall in love with titles and subjects and footnotes and epilogues every time I see them because I am addicted to books.

I collect them so I can educate others with them. I read them. As of right now, I am 26 and have easily over 200 books. They’re in a shelf or in the homes of friends, in their hands being read or collecting beams of light as they grace the presence of my otherwise chaotic desk.

I’m in the process of writing them, too. Not for money or fame, but because there are stories in my head that I want to get out, that I need to get out because if I don’t, my sanity really is brought into question. And I’m more unsure of that than ever lately.

This evening I bought a book because the cover struck me. It’s called “The Insult”. I know they say not to judge a book by its cover, but sometimes you can. Sometimes the spine and the index and the page corners just speak out to you, a vertical yell that screams “BUY ME DAMNIT!” and then only a few minutes later, you’re several dollars shorter with yet another piece for your already sinking shelf.

I can fix that with another shelf. I can fix that with a box. I can fix that with a stack under my table staring at me and just waiting for me to accidentally kick it in my sleep so that it topples and spreads everywhere.

I could also fix it by lessening my addiction, removing it from the equation and making it so that I wasn’t addicted to books.

Or I couldn’t. And shouldn’t. Removing that part of me would be like removing my heart, and that is something I’m not likely to do.

I am addicted to books and I love it.  I really do.

The Weekend In Review

The weekend I had last was a good one. I could talk about it, but then I'd only be giving you exactly what you wanted. Unless of course you didn't want it, which would mean you should read on. It's forced literary indulging. Or something. Like I have a clue.

Friday night I saw Juliet.

Juliet is becoming a very close friend and we saw The Kingdom together. The Kingdom is very good. Gritty, well directed, incredibly well edited. The acting, story, and everything about it is superb.

And throughout the movie I got my very first massage. Juliet needed a massage so I tried to give her one. We were on one of the lower seats in the front with the wall behind us so we weren't bothering anyone and I gave her one. She in turn gave me one. I've never had a massage before this. Sooo relaxing.

But then I guess that's the point.

Saturday saw me seeing Asha who has just returned from living in not-Sydney. By "not-Sydney" I mean that I don't actually have a clue where it was, only that it's "not in Sydney" and that it was somewhere up the coast and obviously wasn't in Sydney.

So Asha's back and we met up for coffee and conversation in Newtown. And it just so happened that we had a nice affair with Ricotta Hotcakes with maple syrups and blueberries plus raspberry pulp while we were eating at a nice cafe near the Station. Scrump-diddly-umptious. I wonder if I've just given The Whitlams new song writing material…

Anyway, we walked around and I even bought stuff. I actually even fulfilled something I've been looking for for ages.

Are you ready?


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