Monday, 11 July 2011
I have a confession.
When I was two-years-old, one book wasn't enough. I'd now graduated to having three, precious, 'Little Golden' books. Remember those? The cute pictures and innocuous stories had me hooked. I would sit on one book, balance the second on my head while reading the third.
Some people, bless their little cotton socks, even thought that was amusing.
Yes, I was truly addicted. To fiction.
My husband, bless his little cotton socks, thinks it makes life easier. He doesn't have to worry about what to buy me for Christmas or birthdays, and has even been known to openly support my habit.
Silly man. But then his addiction has nothing to do with fiction. No. He loves text books. In particular, anything to do with math, or computers, or conjugating French verbs...well you get the idea.
It appears this addiction can also be passed onto children.
Our son also loves to read and has his own collection of books.
Sad I know.
Does this addiction ever end, I hear you ask?
No. In fact it gets worse.
I started off reading, graduated to writing suspense, and now, own a publishing company.
Perhaps I should start a group for others similarly afflicted.
I'm sure there's bound to be one or two others like me.
Want to join me?
Lee Franklin lives in Western Australia with her husband and son.
She loves reading, cooking, pink (the colour not the singer) and spending time with friends.
You can find her on Facebook and at http://www.hyalinehouse.com/