Strange Addiction

I'm usually not one to air my dirty laundry on the Internet, but in the hope of getting help, I'm stepping out there with this one.

If you know me at all, you know that I love to read. I don't like horror or romance, but give me a good novel about almost anything and I will read it. Last year I even read a book called Thirteen Moons about a Civil War soldier who goes to live with the Indians. Sounds good doesn't it? Well, it's not unless you're a 65 year old man with a fascination with Indians and the Civil War. But I read it. All 400 plus pages.

Lately, my Mom introduced me to Philippa Gregory and I'm now hooked on historical fiction. Specifically Henry VIII and his many wives and children. I can't get enough of it. Not only am I reading whenever I get a chance, (at the moment, it's The Queen's Fool), but now I'm seeking information from additional sources.

Last night, when I should have been in the bed, I was on the Internet. Merk came in and asked what I was doing. I had to come clean because it was on the screen. I was looking up Queen Elizabeth. He just shook his head and left.

Yes, that's right. Instead of searching for some great strappy sandals or sundresses, I'm reading about historical figures, who they were related to, who they married, killed, had children with and of course, what they wore.

All of this is addition to the several movies I've seen lately on the subject, not to mention a certain Showtime program that I have to sneak over to my Mom's to watch because we don't have Showtime. I am truly addicted and for the life of me I can't figure out why.

Hopefully, now that I've admitted my problem, I can get out of the sixteenth century. I've only got 100 pages left on my book, and since the kids no longer take naps, it will have to wait until tonight. Once I finish, I will take a break for a while. I promise. It's the last one. Really. No more. Scouts honor.