Book Addiction

So my sister Suzanne is a book addict. No kidding. I live with her and hang out with her alot outside of home....and I still can't figure out where she get's all of these new books. She reads really fast, too. I guess that's why she can feed her addiction with such gusto.

So, to demonstrate my point, let me tell you a little story.
Tonight I came home to find a new book on the coffee table. Not really surprising. I find them all the time. Really I hardly registered it....until. Suzanne mentions the lady that lived in our house before the couple we rent from bought it. More like refers to the fact that she has since passed on. She then proceeds to tell me that we got a package in the mail that was addressed to the woman who has died. So to be helpful (?), she opens the package. Much to her delight, she finds a book in it accompanied by a letter explaining that the book is a free thank-you gift to the woman. Suzanne then decides that the woman is dead, and won't be needing it. So she gleefully cracks open the cover and begins to read.

I must say that you have stooped to a new low when you are stealing books from dead people.

I haven't had that good of a laugh in a long time!