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What the T-shirt Says…
I’ve written earlier about my addiction — books and reading.
I developed the addiction when I was a chubby child who didn’t want to be ashamed by attempting to run and play outside with other kids, kids who made fun of my chubbiness and lack of play-abilities. After more than thirty years in nursing, I went to a rheumatologist for my continuing back pain. She looked at my MRI and asked me, sitting there in my middle-aged chubbiness, if I’d been an athlete in my youth. I laughed. “No, I was the fat kid in the corner reading. I’ve just been a nurse, walking, moving patients around…the usual.”
And now I’m a chubby retired nurse…still reading.
Today my addiction is coming to the forefront of my life and there is a decision to be made.
Today (on September 11 — was that picked for a reason?) I have my Kindle download of Woodward’s book, Fear. I also have a pile of books from the library.
So, here’s where it gets tricky for me.
I get a “pile of books from the library” like this:
1. Get frequent emails and updates from sites that list books in the genres I love
2. Get suggestions from friends who are trying to keep me out of trouble
