I was going to post a photo of the absurd pile of books on our nightstand, but blogger has decided to be fickle.
Luckily, it's not really necessary. Point I'm trying to make is that I have become completely, absolutely obsessed with reading. Since this trip has begun, I've devoured ten books. Four of those solely since we arrived in Zanzibar. I can't stop! I possessively scour the book exchange racks, eager to snatch up the few options that are in English. And as I near the end of a novel I'm like a desperate junkie, anxiously wondering where my next book will come from.
The first step is admitting I have a problem.