book obsession confession

I have a confession to make. I cannot stop reading or maybe it is more that I cannot stop buying or borrowing books from my friends or the library. While cleaning out my basement yesterday I discovered 5 boxes (you know the ones reams of paper come in?) full of books. Now, to be fair, two of the boxes have my collection of Stephen King, John Grisham, and Nicholas Sparks books (and my beautiful copy of Little Women) which aren't going anywhere just yet. I have read almost all of them already but intend on keeping them for the bookshelves I may have someday:)
But the 3 other boxes are just a crazy collection of anything that looked interesting to me over the last 15 years. Some are Oprah book picks, some were just on clearance at Barnes & Noble, some were gifts, some are child development books, some are novels, etc. There are books for every one of my personalities and stages of life so far. You get the idea, right? I have three boxes of books to wade through and read. I made a New Years Resolution this year not to buy any books until I read through the ones I already have. Well, I have already bought a few books this year due to the mother-daughter book club I started, I needed (see that, I needed them) a few books for research purposes by other women who have started a book club and great children's books that may be future picks. But NO MORE books for pleasure until these 3 boxes have been read and given away. I'll keep you guys posted on what I am reading as I make my way through all three boxes. I'll have to take a children's book break here and there to read with my daughter, but of course there is a children's/young adult literature box in the girlies closet with a bunch of those kind of books that I want to read myself too! So make that 4 boxes of books. Yikes! I had better get reading.....
First up: An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracken