Thanks to Escape Between the Pages for this picture!
I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it's free
I want your love
Love, love, love
I want your love
I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather studded
Kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love, love, love
I want your love
(Love, love, love
I want your love)
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want a bad, bad romance
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it's free
I want your love
Love, love, love
I want your love
I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather studded
Kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love, love, love
I want your love
(Love, love, love
I want your love)
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want a bad, bad romance
The above picture is a perfect example of what I am like if I am not surrounded by books. Books are my crack, my addiction, my bad romance as Lady Gaga would say. Ever since I've been thirteen, all I've ever wanted was books and more books. My average week would be me going to the library no less than three times during the week and hitting up 2-3 bookstores on the weekend.
If there was a used book sale going on, I was there and don't get me started if I ended up at a used book store. Once I spent three hours roaming the massive romance collection they had.
Now as a book reviewer who does get books from a publishers and authors, my addiction has grown. Not only do I drop everything and run to my door when I hear or see the Fedex or UPS truck parked on my street, but I also stalk my mailbox. I was even in the shower once and with my awesome hearing skills, jumped out of the bathroom and ran downstairs to get my box of books.
People are addicted to buying shoes and purses. Not me. If I enter a mall, the first store I go to is a bookstore. There have been times I've need essentials like underwear or socks and bought books instead.
Above are my bookshelves. The smaller square one is full of my "keepers", those much beloved books that I can re-read over and over. I must have about 100 books there alone.
The long, tall one my TBR bookshelf and it keeps growing and growing. And you know what? I want more!!
I've come to the conclusion that I'm having a bad romance with romance novels. The funny thing is, I don't think I'm alone with my "bad romance" either.
I think we all have a bad romance addiction to something or another. What's yours?