The drug of a Book Nerd

Now, I've always been a bookworm. Or, as the button on my jean jacket says, a Book Nerd. [side note: try explaining the concept of geek vs nerd to a non-native English speaker, and then try explaining the joke of Book Nerd...not necessarily easy.]

I finally found a shop that has more than Harlequin romance novels, horrible bestselling novels, or horror novels -- in English. I bought three books at one store. Chick lit, if you must know -- it's a guilty pleasure of mine. At another store, I bought a nice 'literary' book -- a collection of short stories translated from German (by the author of The Reader, which I heard was a very good book).

When I was walking back to the subte with my purchases, I had a rush equal to that of having a crush on someone, or what it must be like to have just partaken in a narcotic (drugs aren't my thing, so I can only imagine).

What a rush!!

I am rather hungry, and all I want to do is go to my residence and read all night long. I feel as if I'm carrying around a little bag of treasures. Which, to me anyway, I am.

Thankfully, I don't have any homework from my class today -- just a little studying to do.