Embarrassing confession time here: I’m having a completely unrequited love affair with an imaginary character in a well-written junk novel. Whenever my day leaves me feeling a bit tired or emotionally battered (or when the news is depressing), I retreat to this book and read my favorite passages. And no, it’s not those passages. It’s actually the ones that revolve around the spoken word as it reveals his personality. I’m frustrated that the book is only a couple of hundred pages. I want to know him better.
This is not healthy. Is there a 12-step program for my addiction?
I think I need to get out a bit more….