Bookoholic !!link!! (2026)

So no, I don’t want a cure. I want more shelves. I want a library ladder. I want to die surrounded by half-read books, because that means I died still curious.

Here’s a short, thought-provoking essay on the theme of being a “bookoholic” — written in an engaging, reflective style. My name is [insert your name here], and I am a bookoholic. bookoholic

It started innocently enough. A picture book here, a thin chapter book there. But soon, I was sneaking pages under the dinner table, staying up past midnight with a flashlight, and turning down social plans because a fictional crisis demanded my immediate attention. I told myself I could stop anytime. I lied. So no, I don’t want a cure