Obsession

I have few things that I would say I get obsessed about outside of the people I love and dogs. Books are one of them. I tend to get a little crazed when it comes to books. I love bookstores, libraries, other people's book collections, on-line book sites, used bookstores,- well, good used bookstores- otherwise they are just smelly stores. I am really not a TV or movie watcher, suspension of disbelief does not sit too well with me, which makes my one TV obsession even harder to understand: Lost.

I didn't start watching it until the 2nd season (then watched season 1 on DVD in a matter of a few weeks), but once I started I never looked back. I have my core group of fellow Lostphiles - coworkers and my reluctant husband. We come complete with Premiere and Finale parties including home-made costumes, t-shirts, posters, Dharma paraphernalia and our own DVD. So now the 6th and final season has begun and now my leisure thoughts, lunchtime and bedtime conversations and sometimes dreams return to musings about Lost, and there is nothing I can do to stop them.