There were more books to be read, more opinions to be had, and I just could not keep myself away anymore. Oh the journey of time has not dissolved my love for typing, not to the say the least of my reading habits. Since the termination of my variation of The Bookeater (Google has had no problem filling those little niches), there has just been a long and deep descent into the realm of romance novels. As per my own desires to find the freshest writers, I became entrenched in my own writing project. It was equally long and daunting as the hundreds long ebook list waiting me on Nook and Kindle alike. And I did it. Now, I can't stop. Won't stop. There are too many books to be read, points of view to explore. And there are too many things to write, ideas to brew and dreams to misconstrue. This is an exciting time for me to be a book addict, and I welcome you to join me as I fall down even further into ebooks, library, and that madness that all writers encounter in...