I have an addiction. One that my family has accepted though I am sure it is hard for them. I am a bookaholic. Santa placed three books into my stocking this Christmas. Not just any three books, but a trilogy. Anyone knows that putting this kind of temptation into the hands of someone with my severe problem could be potentially dangerous for all those living with them.

When I pulled the books out the children all looked at each other with knowing eyes. They knew that once the reading began all other activity in the house would cease. Laundry would pile up, meals would be late, they would be ignored, their mother would turn into one of those Mothers.

I am sorry Dear Children. I will seek help. Just as soon as I finish the third book.