Yes, me too

There is nothing wrong with staying up late at night because you've only made it to page 500 of a 750 page book and you have to know what happens next.

There is nothing wrong with secretly hoping your sister decides not to bring your 2 1/2 year old nephew to visit because it will interrupt reading time.

There is nothing wrong with rejoicing in learning that the list of leaked plot points you read two days ago in a moment of weakness was wrong.

There is nothing wrong with contemplating the havoc you will wreak on your local post office if a book isn't delivered to you on the promised day.

There is nothing wrong with striking up a conversation with the grocery checkout boy about the Border's wristband he is still wearing that let's you know that he started reading long before you.

There is nothing wrong with sending a taunting text message to a friend who is out of town and won't get her book for another day.

And there is nothing wrong with an adult yearning for closure in what is marketed as a children's book series and spending an entire Saturday seeking that closure.