Dear Books,

Do not get me wrong, I love our relationship. I love it as dearly as one can love an inanimate object or an idea since I feel you, Books, are both at the same time. 

Here's the thing, though. I definitely get much, much too emotionally attached whilst in the midst of one of you. I am left heart broken at the end of every. single. on. of. you. I. read. Yet I keep coming back for more, and more. I find our relationship a tad bit unhealthy in this way. 

I feel that every one I read leaves an undeniable part in me. Also how I view acting (I'm an actress in case you were not privy to this information). Taking on a role is simply taking a part of your personality that may not necessarily be often used, but making it your most prominent trait. Every character that you take on has to have some hole of a home in you that you must use all of you resources to bring to live to the best of your ability. I feel like you, Books, add to that stock hold of multiple personalities that I can pull out if the Cast of Characters requires. 

Yet. Something in me dies with every one I finish. I just convince myself that something else is growing since reading is good for you so it balances out. So when I check out a boatload of books from the library I'm like, "Yeah! I'm gaining so much wisdom and knowledge that will seep into all other aspects of my life that I could in no other way gain and am therefore going to awesome beyond awesome!" And then I scoff at some illiterates as I pile my mountain into my car. 

But really, I just think that with the more of you I read the more I die inside. 

But I suppose that if the more of you I read the more characters I can portray that is certainly an even 1 up mushroom. 

This of course excluding the fact that I will probably read more books than I will portray characters in my life. 

So I guess I'm back to my resolution that reading books is killing me. 

Sincerely, 

Kaylyn