I have a confession to make. I am addicted to books. I went to the mall yesterday with the intention of getting a particular book for a dear friend of mine who is struggling right now and is discouraged...well, they didn't have it and I got it ordered...but in the process also purchased a book for myself by one of my favorite authors, Sheila Walsh. Now, why is this so ridiculous, you may ask? Well, simply because I am currently reading 4 other books right now and the last thing I need is another book. But on that note, I finally finished one of them, "Blue Like Jazz"...it takes a lot longer to finish a book when you have 4 going at the same time. Its not very often that I get them finished it seems...so its always a cause of excitement in my life. I know, pathetic. Anyhow, just wanted to share my ridiculous confession.