Complaining that you have no social life even though 9 times out of 10 you CHOOSE to stay at home with a book.
Keeping receipts around for the sole purpose of using them as bookmarks in a pinch.
Becoming personally and deeply offended when someone tells you they don’t read that much.
Saying “I’m so tired” when you know it was your fault for staying up until 3 in the morning to finish a book.
Becoming irrationally sad when the love interest of a story is not actually real and therefore will not ever be able to date you.
Taking it personally when you let a friend borrow your favorite book and then they tell you hate it.
Canceling plans because “you have a lot to do today” aka READ!!!!
Realizing you should know the answer to the question “What’s your favorite book?” BUT never being able to narrow it down.
Obsessing over a book in a series and then literally forgetting everything when the next one comes out a year later.
And finally, lovingly stroking the cover of a book after you finished the last page because you loved it THAT MUCH.