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I love to read.

Well it kind of makes sense, doesn’t it, since I love to write?

Yes, but there is a dark side to reading, a side to reading that haunts the most stalwart among us and makes us barter with the Universe.

You know where I’m going with this…

The dreaded “to read” pile.

It starts out innocently enough. You pick up a book here that you’ve heard a lot about. Then you run into another book, and another.

A trip to the library results in more.

And then there’s your kindle for those books you just HAVE to buy that very instant.

Doesn’t include the two on my nightstand or the others in my kindle…

It’s like a terrible sickness, this ache to read almost everything you come across, and it has been added to ten-fold this year, as I try to read as many of Sweet 16 authors that I can, justifying to myself that “it’s part of my job”, “they need me”, and “what if it’s ME that puts them on the bestseller list?

But I’m lying.

I see the book’s description and it sounds amazing. I imagine myself holding the book and enjoying it.

I’ve come to realize that when it comes to reading, I’m quite a lot like this fellow…

Me, all buggy-eyed having spotted a book down in that foul lake…

I suppose there is a cure, though I will fight it to the death. So many books, so little time.

Anyone else have an out-of-control to-read pile at all times?