The Old Lady has a confession: she is an addict, a lifelong addict. She is addicted to books.
Whenever she is coming to the end of whatever book she is reading, if she does not have another book ready at hand, she suffers serious anxiety: “Omigosh! I will finish this book soon and I have not yet found my next book! Whatever will I do!”
A light sweat breaks out. Her hands shake. A terrible sense of insecurity washes over her!
Fortunately there are public resources available to address this addiction: public libraries.
Today as The Old Lady walked out of a library clutching not one, but two emergency backup books, a great sense of relief washed over her.
All was well with her world.