I, Erin Tharp, am an addict. Or perhaps a hoarder. Don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not alcohol or pieces of trash that are my demon. It’s Kindle books.
I know I have a problem, yet I continue to buy. I already have some good ones in there: To Kill a Mockingbird. The Grapes of Wrath. And I’m reading a really cute cozy mystery now. Yet it isn’t enough. Start one, like it, and now I have every book he/she has ever written.
I remember as a kid trips to the library weren’t quite on par with Disneyland, but they were very close. I would check the books out (shows my age), knowing full well there was no way a fourth grader could read six books in two weeks (also in the days before online renewal). Hunting the library shelves (and now Kindle store) was a lot of the fun.
My sisters swear by the show “Intervention.” I’m not that bad. But I guess admitting that I have a problem is the first step.