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I have made an unfortunate discovery… it is that moderation is not my thing.  (This is something I should have known already.)  I realized it this past week as I finally started Jane Eyre (after checking it out from the library and renewing it without ever reading it in the past) and consequently stopped doing everything else.  The laundry sat unfolded, I made the easiest dinners ever, the kids had the run of the house while I followed them around, reading my book and rationalizing that "the books" all say to let your kids see you reading…  and then it hit me.  I read like I eat chocolate chips.  Not a few pages or a few chips at a time.  If I am going to eat chocolate chips, I will eat them by the handful.  Till they're gone (or until I only have enough left for a batch of cookies I promised to make.)  And if I am going to read a good book, I will read it as much as I can, as often as I can, till it's done.  Which is why I haven't read a "real" book in years, and why it may be years before I read another.  I suppose I could have worse addictions, right?