You start staring at your books, unable to hide your longing.
Hello, pretties. I miss you.
You start talking about your books nonstop. You can’t shut up about them. If you can’t read them, then you’re going to talk about them, damn it. But nobody really wants to listen to you…
You carry a book (or books) around with you even though you know you won’t be able to read it. Just touching them makes you feel slightly better.
You buy more books because that will make you feel better even though you can’t read them. What? It makes sense, trust me.
The final straw. You get so cranky and mean from being unable to read that you drive away everyone you love.
And then you take off for your pile of books and settle in for a marathon reading session!
Us bookworms aren’t antisocial, I promise. But we do need our reading time and we may go a little crazy when we don’t get to read. You know the Snickers commercials?
That’s like us, but with books not Snickers.
Anybody else experience these symptoms when you’re unable to read for a few days?