It started with reading the boxes of cereal and the bottom of tissue boxes as a child, and it's been downhill ever since.
I have enough TBR p-books to last me for decades, and my e-books will require me to make a run for the Guinness Book of Records as the world's oldest human being. My eyes have already been retooled with artificial lenses, set so that I need glasses for distance instead of close-up (allowing me to read without glasses now). Soon the number of boxes of books in my home will outnumber the pieces of furniture (I never throw out or give away books). I would rather buy books than shoes or clothing, making me an aberration to my gender.
I can't say that I'm obsessive to that extent about anything else. There are certain things that I have collections of, but I stopped buying them when I ran out of display space for them. I picked up pieces that intrigued me but always with the thought in the back of my head as to where I was going to put them. There is no such thought in my mind when I walk into a bookstore.
I tune out the world when I read, and I read whenever I have a free moment. I will make free moments whenever I'm supposed to be doing something else.
