When my husband asked “why the hell” I was buying so many books at Barnes & Nobles, I explained that I sheepishly explained that I had a coupon. No need to explain that I was emotionally cheating on my life with my latest addiction. Seriously, I can’t leave the house while I’m reading these books. I can’t get out of bed. I can’t eat. (Okay, well I have a Book Chair and I eat in front of it.)
You know I’m a fan of vampires but lately, my hunger for historical fiction knows no bounds. Did I mention I actually picked up Philippa Gregory books INSTEAD of starting another vampire book, the first of the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris that my sister loves so much she’s got every single one on her Kindle? And no, I won’t be watching the “True Blood” TV show based on the novels–I hear it’s too steamy for my blood.