Books are my crack and Chapters/Indigo is my supplier…

Yesterday I realized that I have a serious addiction…It’s books! After meeting a friend for brunch I thought that I would treat myself with a stroll around the book store, it’s one of my favorite things to do. Just thinking about my impending stroll got my heart rate up, my hands start to get shaky and I am over come with this feeling of euphoria.

Upon entering the store I take a moment and breathe it all in. Where do I begin, the magazines, the just released on paperback section or the do I go for the mother lode and hit the “New Releases” wall.  Like a true junkie I go for the gold. Standing in front of the New Releases I let my eyes slowly drift over each new title, my fingers drift along the shelf as I touch each book to feel the shiny smooth covers…My heart stop racing and calmness hits because I know I will soon get my fix.

As I think about the written adventure’s that I am about to embark on, I am overcome with a sense of urgency… I MUST get something!  Panic kicks in because I cannot decide between Ken Follett’s ‘Winter of the World’ or Maeve Binchy’s ‘A Week in Winter’, thankfully my addict mentally takes over and I rationalized to myself that one fix is not going to be enough and with money burning a hole in my pocket I grab both books. Hugging them tightly I run to the checkout line, people look at me as I stand there grinning from ear to ear while sniffing in the newness of my books.

Finally it’s my turn to pay, the clerk makes small talk however as my dealer shouldn’t he know the sign’s of a book addict? We don’t do small talk when we need our fix. Can’t he see I just want to get out of there so I can get home and crack the spin of my brand new hard cover novel?

At last I return home and take my new purchases out of the bag, sit on the couch, wipe the drool off my chin and finally open my book. Once again I am at peace as I enter into a time of enormous social, political, and economic turmoil, beginning with the rise of the Third Reich, through the Spanish Civil War and the great dramas of World War II, up to the explosions of the American and Soviet atomic bombs.

Nothing beats the escape from reality like a good book. What’s your favorite escape?

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