I love books.

I love books.  I love everything about them:  the smell of them, the feel of them in my hands, and especially the words in them.  One day I'm going to write my own book; it's sort of a life ambition.  I love books so much I can't say no sometimes.  If there's a book sitting next to me--or within a 100 foot radius really--I can't not pick it up.   It's like an addiction.  It's so bad I can't finish one book before I move on to another.  I don't have the will to say no.  This can become a problem when, like now, I'm in the middle of four books at once.  It gets confusing, and then it takes forever to finish them all because I have to treat each book with equal respect, giving each equal reading time. 

I am so excited that I have found a career where I'll get paid (maybe not very much, but paid nonetheless) to read for the rest of my life.  It's almost like an alcoholic getting a job at a brewery--except slightly less fatal.  It's just too perfect.