I read constantly. If I don't have a good book, I'm beside myself.
That ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia.
[Lincoln in the Bardo] is not a long book. And that meant I could obsess over it and live in it both backwards and forwards and hyper-control everything.
It's an old story, really: seduced and corrupted, in the end, by an obsessive love for the text.
When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen.
I am simply a 'book drunkard.' Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them.
I have resolved to pick one novel and just read it over and over again for the rest of my life, because I cannot remember anything anymore.
Of every movie that I've seen multiple times, of every TV show that I was obsessed with, I don't think I was ever obsessed with anything more than 'Flowers in the Attic,' which I read 13 times between fourth grade and senior year.
I'm obsessed with books. When a good book hits me, it's all I can think about and all I can do.
I feel like I'm addicted to the printed word.
