Confessions of an ADD Bookworm
Can’t Pick a Favourite, Won’t Pick a Favourite
When someone asks me what my favourite style or genre of writing is, I have to give them a side eye and ask a myriad of questions before responding.
Favourite in what sense? To read or to write?
What mood am I in?
What day is it?
What way is the wind blowing, if at all?
How much time do I have?
You get the idea. And as much as I love Nancy Oglesby, her question is getting the same treatment.
My name is Misty and I’m an ADD Bookworm. There, I said it! They say the first step to recovering is admitting the problem. Only, I don’t see this as a problem. And even if it is, it’s not my fault.
No, seriously, it’s my mother’s fault. No, not like on the psychiatrist’s couch saying it’s mommy’s fault. My obsession with the written word IS her fault.
The woman taught me to read when I was 3. The way she told the story, I was a very…
