I confess to an addiction. It is a reading addiction that has been passed down the family line. My grandmother, mother, myself, and now my son can not resist. We allow ourselves to become so absorbed that everything else seems to fade away. All that remains are the words that wrap around us creating another world.
I can never savor a book. I devour them. I lose myself completely. How I wish I could just read a few chapters and then move on. It just isn't possible! At night, when all is quiet, I settle in and read. There are many times when I look at the clock and find that it is three in the morning. Sigh.
Maybe some day I will learn to regulate my reading. Maybe someday I will savor the words instead of devouring them. Maybe.