It is a problem for me.
   It has been for a while.
   I had convinced myself that it was under control – that I was really just a social reader – and I could stop at anytime. I have even gone months without picking up a book.
   Yesterday, I was reminded how much of a problem it had become.
   I’d just managed to get through the Christmas season, where I was gifted a number of intriguing reads. And I’ve still got several brand new books on my night table that I had picked up in the fall. My bedside itself is evidence of how out of control this habit has become with its two or three stacks of hardcover and paperbacks all stacked up and ready to read.
   Yet, there I was yesterday, at the Toronto Reference Library, flipping through racks of great deals on great literature in the used book sale corner.
   How could I resist the temptation?
   My hands were full, and then I spot this sign on the wall. I am indeed a bookaholic.
   I need the kind of help you can only find in a good book.

01/05/2023                                                                             j.g.l.