We all know someone, or we are *that* someone, who is a self-proclaimed “bookwhore” or “bookslut.” These individuals often also fondly embrace the term “booksnob.” We love books. We judge books. We hold author’s sophomore attempts to unattainable standards. We loathe genre fiction but more than likely have read Nicolas Sparks at some point in our lives; we may even hide Patricia Cornwall books under our beds. We’re quirky, nerdy, and often animated in book discussions. Book clubs hate us for openly mocking their reading lists. We embrace reading as being sexy and are often known to take our books to bed with us and we LOVE it.
I am a bookslut. Welcome to my world.