~ You look up and realize that you got on the wrong subway train, because you were reading.  And that you’ve gone several stops past the last transfer point, because you were reading.  And now you’re going to have to turn around and retrace your path back, and it’s going to add an hour to your commute, and the first thing you think upon discovering all of this is, “Yay!  More time to read.”

~ You have spent, cumulatively, about a week of your life combing Etsy for vintage books, book crafts, book jewelry and accessories and especially, especially bookmarks.

~ You own a magnet with an alien flashing a peace sign and the words “Take Me To Your Library” and you’re contemplating a matching totebag.

~ You have an entire Pinterest board dedicated to libraries, bookshelves and reading spaces.

~ Your daughter owns a t-shirt that says, “I Have My Own Mr. Darcy: His Name Is Daddy,” and you’re wondering if it would be too nerdy (or just nerdy enough to be awesome) to dress her in it on the day you wear your own Pride and Prejudice tee.  You’re leaning towards just nerdy enough to be awesome.

~ You are considering a bubble bath, but you decide against it because you’re reading a library book and you can’t get it wet.

~ You secretly enjoy long car rides… and long flights… and sometimes even flight delays, because you love getting “borrowed time” when you can read for hours without feeling guilty that you’re not cleaning or working.

~ You miss your old library so much, it hurts sometimes.

~ You are nostalgic for summer vacations, not because of the weather or the cookouts, but because you had no responsibilities that got in the way of reading all night long.  On that note…

~ When purchasing a new flashlight, your main criteria is that it be light enough to hold up for hours while reading under a pile of blankets.  Even if you don’t do that anymore.  Because… well… you never know.

~ You have the devil of a time finding a “dressy” handbag because hardly any of them are big enough to hold even a mass market paperback.

~ You own at least one literary guide to a foreign country and are actively attempting to persuade your significant other to make it the theme of a vacation.  (Come on, hubby, you’ll love a Jane Austen tour of southern England.  I promise.)

~ On the day you find out that your baby-to-be is a girl, you immediately start shopping not for baby clothes, but for a fancy edition of Anne of Green Gables.

~ If you don’t read every day, you get a twitch.  A real, honest-to-goodness, physical twitch.

 What makes you a bookworm?