Lucy Lime

I read. A lot. It is just what I do. My husband matches my reading, book for book. Our hope is that our son will love to read. We try to cultivate a respect and love for the written word with him. Of course, our fear is that he will hate to read (like my family) and that he will be a Republican (like my family even though some deny it). Please, let it not be so.

After an account of a recent bookstore trip, a friend remarked that the “lot of you are voracious readers.” True.

So I am a book-o-holic down to my bones. Here is a picture of my bookcase. Well, part of it. Not all the books are on there in this picture and if you look closely, you can see that many shelves are double stacked.

Since this picture was taken, my husband, son and I have acquired about 100+ additional books.

It is a nasty little habit. Ok, a bit habit. But we ask for books for presents, find killer deals at estate sales, library sales, rummage sales, and we hardly ever buy a book at full selling price. I cannot remember the last time I paid cover price.

We’ve got this book buying thing down to a science.