How I became a bookaholic
by Bethany Griffin
My local library holds a book sale twice a
year. I know I was very young, the bag my mother gave me was huge in my
arms…,the sale was held outside, I remember there was a big fountain, and I
remember my mom handing me a paper grocery bag and telling me that I could have
as many books as I could fit into the bag. It was one of the greatest moments
of my young life.
So, obviously I blame my mother. My
bookaholic tendencies are completely her
fault. She got tired of reading picture books when I was very small and started
reading chapter books with me. Early favorites were the Chronicles of Narnia,
Little House on the Prairie, and the Prydain Chronicles. Even after I was able
to read my mom and I would have a book that we were reading together and I
would have a book I was reading to myself. I’m not sure how deeply I understood
the books we read (we tackled LOTR when I was 4) but I was never afraid of big
books.
During my early school years we visited the
library at least once a week. They had a ten book limit so I would carefully
choose 10 books each week. As I got older I spent a good deal of money at the
local bookstore. So, I guess there was never a time that I wasn’t reading,
collecting, purchasing or possibly hoarding books!
Everything is in ruins.
A devastating plague has decimated the population. And those who are left live in fear of catching it as the city crumbles to pieces around them.
So what does Araby Worth have to live for?
Nights in the Debauchery Club, beautiful dresses, glittery make-up . . . and tantalizing ways to forget it all.
But in the depths of the club—in the depths of her own despair—Araby will find more than oblivion. She will find Will, the terribly handsome proprietor of the club. And Elliott, the wickedly smart aristocrat. Neither boy is what he seems. Both have secrets. Everyone does.
And Araby may find something not just to live for, but to fight for—no matter what it costs her.
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