Tuesday, August 21, 2007

In which I confess to one of my obsessions...

From a news article today: "One in four adults say they read no books at all in the past year, according to an Associated Press-Ipsos poll released Tuesday. The typical person claimed to have read four books in the last year — half read more and half read fewer. Excluding those who hadn't read any, the usual number read was seven." They quoted a woman who had read 70.

I wish they'd polled me. In the last year, I read over 200 books. I'm not kidding. I've keep a list because I was tired of checking out books at the library only to discover I had read them before. Thanks to the internet, I can look up best sellers and new releases, then request them from the library. I still buy a few books, like Harry Potter, of course. (Speaking of Harry Potter, Ernest was the first person in our small town to get Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. But he hasn't finished it yet. Inconceivable.)

This may be why I do so little else!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is it possible to inherit an obsession by marriage?

smalltownmom said...

The Handy Husband does not read books, and I am not obsessed with cars. But we share other obsessions... I think I have the more obsessive personality. He's pretty laid back about most things.

Anonymous said...

Ahhh, but you are related by marriage to other people - girl people - all of whom read as often as possible.
m-i-l