Books

I'm obsessive compulsive when it comes to books. Well, at least I think I am.

Everytime I enter a bookstore I must leave the place with at least one book tucked under my arm. Of course I paid for it; I'm no shoplifting klepto. I find it hard to pull away from a title that catches my eye and not think of buying it. I'll spend as much as I can possibly cough out of my wallet, or if I'm with somebody close like a friend or relative, I borrow the money. And if I can't, I feel really bad and it takes a couple of days to get over the feeling. Otherwise, I'll be back in a day or two and finally... I got my book... and then some.

I just love to read. Well, at least leisure reading. Hours of endless enjoyment and pleasure is within my reach with a comfortable chair, a pack of smokes, and a new (or old) book on my lap. When I get tired, I sleep then pick up where I left off upon waking up. A glass of juice or cup of coffee would occassionally add to the ensemble. Add a myriad of characters from different worlds with countles stories to tell and an otherwise dull existence will be more interesting.

I think that is what makes the library in the Mausoleum interesting. As I read page after page the tales become part of the halls. This is where I'm most at home -- inside the Necropolis.