I stumbled upon an article from the Northern Echo about a British pensioner named Edna Foulds. She’s borrowed an amazing 20,800 books over the past 40 years from her local library. Not only that! She’s only had to pay an overdue fine on ONE occasion! I KNOW! Honestly, if she reads 10 books a week, how the hell would she even have time for other important things like kissing, shopping, ice cream-ing, sleeping or lovin’???
I used to read a book per day. I’ve always had trouble sleeping so I read. I couldn’t be without a book—I’d die tragically like a pretty fish in the dessert! Or at least that’s what it felt like. As I started giving the male species the attention they’ve been clamoring from me, *long-suffering sigh* *wink* my reading time was severely curtailed. (You can’t read while kissing, can you?) Still, I’d bring a book wherever I go: school, mall, restaurants, love slaves auctions... I’d read during classes while pretending to listen to my professors, in the car (this is why I lurve my driver LOL), I’d even leave books all over my BF’s place. My point is, now that I’m almost a grown up, I read, um, probably around... *counting* *counting* ohcrap... *whispers* oneortwobooksperweek. *cringe*
Well, I’ve been busy! *hmph* Not just with kissing! But seriously, I think I’ve already read at least 2,000 books in my life. And then I’d probably read 2,000 more before an uber beautiful Raoul-looking creature with the most AMAZING eyes and wet-your-knickers-hot-hot body will take me to paradise. *sigh*
What about you? How many books have you read already? How many do you read a week/year? How many do you think you’ll read in a lifetime? You think you could give Mrs. Foulds a run for her books—er, money? :P
Labels: bibliophile’s affair