I think it really all started with the PNR & UF. It was like I suddenly woke up from some crazy dream and entered into the world of paranormal romance and urban fantasy. Uuuuuhhh, wait that sounds crazy. I think I've possibly switched my real life with my fantasy one. That definitely sounds not so good.
I've read like a book every day for I don't know how many days and now that I'm thinking about it, I feel a headache coming on. I keep having to switch series when the one ends (duh!!) and I do it within a day or so. I can't even seem to get my mind off of books. I've begun to dream about my books... (this may be a bit much for you all to know, but I have to release my pent up worries)... yes, those dreams happen to be pretty damn good, but whatev. Goodness me, whatever shall I do about this?
Must something be done?
I mean, is it really so horrible to dream of tall Russians named Dimitri? Or gorgeously tough werewolves named Adam who look excellent with no clothes on? Or maybe, a sexy weretiger (that's right, I said weretiger) named Quinn who could turn you to honey with his shmexiness? Or the lavishly muscled Lord Maccon and his well endowed werewolfness? I mean what is so horrible about all that?
I tell you what.... NOTHING! Well, except it is slightly taking over my life. Why must they be so wonderful?! Who knows... not really their fault. They just want to be read and loved like all of us do. Poor little vamps and wolves (and tigers). Ho hum, I suppose I've answered my own question about what to do. Just continue on the crazy book path.
Don't worry, I've got company *laughs maliciously*!