Sometimes you read
a book that leaves
you — face flushing,
heart pounding,
pulse surging,
throat tightening,
eyes tearing,
scared as a
Jack Rabbit hopping
into the path
of a coiled
Western Rattler
lurking under the
dead branch of
a Cholla just waiting
to strike and the last
few pages struck
hard and fast and
the venom rushes
through literary veins
causing the paralysis
of addiction, the rare
antidote known as
the highly touted
sequel.
bobdahl 
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I am a book addict. Books saved my life as a child…from MOTHER WEST WIND STORIES to YANKEE FLIER IN THE SOUTH PACIFIC to the encyclopedia to Yeats and Longfellow, Poe and Shakespeare and Bible and theology and biographies and exciting fiction and mindbending works on math and physics. They filled the hours travelling the world with my Father and Mother during WWII, filling the void of friends and avoiding bullies at new schools every year, sustaining me in my careers. I do not want to be cured…yes, I even enjoy the sequels…and every day is Christmas when you love to read.