There is a strange urge to turn into that scruffy looking shop… a calling that drags at your gut until you succumb.Dust and grime covers everything; there is nothing in there that you would touch without a hazmet suit and yet… there in the corner is a rusting metal basket full of foxed and battered paper. You spot a title you have been searching for since your youth. Suddenly the world is a beautiful place.
You may have a problem…and there are other signs…
- Waiting in queues becomes quality time with your mobile phone. The Kindle app is a godsend…
- You hope the appointments are running at least two chapters late.
- Flu is welcomed as a six-book-a-day event.
- Decluttering means throwing out the TV to add another bookshelf.
- Getting an early night means a few extra hours reading and even less sleep. (Well, you only had another couple of chapters to go…)
- Handbags and pockets are chosen for their book carrying capacity.
- No-one can ever find their library card… they are all in your pocket. And full.
- You read yourself to sleep by struggling to stay awake just one more page.
- Holiday luggage contains more books than clothes. Travelling light means taking just the Kindle.
- Half your books have been with you longer than your friends.
- There is no such thing as Life Before Books in your memory.
- There is no such thing as a straight bookshelf…they all bow under the weight.
Self diagnosis is easy. You will probably have a book on it somewhere… but if not, admitting to any one of the above means you have tested positive.
The why it matters? I was going to share this great infographic on the health benefits of reading from Raphael Lysander, but Nicholas Rossis beat me to it 🙂