I read. Voraciously. I love books. I don’t mean a little. And I read fast. When I was a kid, the school library refused to let me check out 10 books once in third grade. NOT because I wouldn’t read them all. Oh no, because I would read them all and entirely ignore my homework in order to do so.
Since I have work and not homework these days, and since I work to get paid, I’ve curbed these habits…a little. But when I’ve finally cleared out all my bookshelf, I start trolling on Amazon, looking for the next good read…or twelve. But when I start searching Amazon’s New Release section, I will find an author listed with a book I’ve been waiting six months for. I will be elated, pumped, eager, happy…and then I see that Amazon lied once again. It’s not a new release, it’s another 6 months away! That’s not NEW, jerkwad, that’s future release! Enter extreme rage at such trickery, such horrible taunting. I soon turn bitter and sulk. All because Amazon is a tease.
And even if it’s not in real life with a person, while staring at that computer screen, you turn me into that psychotic manic depressive girlfriend, Amazon. Not cool.