Love Poems

Members of my immediate family suffer from this same syndrome.

I am crazy. I know they say that really insane people never think of themselves as nuts, but I'm sure 'they' (whoever they are) can make an exception for me.

You see, after all the agonising and dithering, I am officially off romance books. Or trying to be off.

When I went home early last month, I brought back all those I had stored at home. Then I packed them all - ALL - in two boxes, and last week donated one box to the company's jumble sale. The other box is sitting in my house.

Did you see that? - It's sitting in my house.

For some reason the week after I did all this, I was tremendously busy and didn't even have time to think about romance books, let alone read them. And the week after that was OK too.

But the third week, which just happens to be last week, I lapsed. Instead of just picking the blasted box up, putting it in my car, and driving it to the office, I opened BOTH boxes, went through the books, and chose those I really wouldn't miss if I never saw them again. In the process, I discovered five books I'd rented from a store that has a "no time limit" return policy. And so I took them out of the box to return them and get my deposit back.

And then... yup, you guessed it. I read three of them.