The other day while driving down the highway, I spotted a book lying on the side of the road. The pages flapped in the wind, taunting me with the secrets they held. The front cover remained elusive no matter how hard I squinted, and the need to pull over and snatch it up almost overwhelmed me. What kind of person is tempted to pull over on the highway to rescue a book? An obsessed one. I have so so many books at my house waiting for me to spend a moment of time with them, yet the lure of that strange, hitchhiking book still called out to me.
I love reading. I love writing. I love that every time I read a book, especially in my genre, I’m honing my craft and becoming a stronger writer.
Are you obsessed, too?