I have a book that I read each day. It has little daily stories in it and I loved the one for today so much that I had to call my husband and read it to him. I know I have spoken about my obsession in my blog before so I wanted to share this here also. I swear this sounds like my home.

"Books furnish a room" my wife is fond of saying. A good thing too, because our home threatens to be buried in books. We've got them furnishing every room: the hard covers in the dining room, the paperbacks in the TV room, the books that we intend to read on the floor by our beds, the books that we've read and intend to lend to friends on the cabinet. Every time we get a new shelf, it seems to fill up. First the books fill out rows, then get stacked in double rows and then we start laying books horizontally on top. The only hope for us is our neighborhood's annual book fair. With plesasure, I deliver bags full of used book, all for a worthy cause.

For a couple of days our shelves look neater, our floors have more space on them, the house seems to have a little more air. Then comes the actual day of the book fair. Carol stop by, "just to see what's there." I drop in, "just to check on the prices and maybe run into an old friend." Almost by accident I start looking down the row of books and spot many old friends....and new friends. We don't have a copy of that , i think. Isn't that a nice addition? Haven't I always wanted to read that?

Surreptitiously, quietly, Carol and I gather books-bargins, I tell you, fabulous finds- adn we bring them home, sheepishly, apologetically. They start the journey from bedside table to shelf..............and eventually to next years book fair bag.

Did I tell you all that Mark bought me a new book shelf for my birthday??? Seriously!