Books: my drug of choice

I have become addicted to the Southern Vampire Mystery series by Charlaine Harris. I can. not. put the books down. They aren't the most well-written books I've ever read (and they seem to get sloppier as the series goes on), but they are very entertaining and I am (obviously) obsessed with Sookie and her world - just look at my book list. I have read the whole series (7 books to date) in 18 days. It's times like this that you can tell I have a slight OCD problem.

The 8th book came out today and I just reserved it at the library.

It is taking all of my willpower not to just run out and buy the book ... though since it's after 10 pm there's nowhere I can go to get the book right now. However, I could go to Barnes & Noble tomorrow at lunch and get it - and if I use the gift certificate from my brother then I wouldn't really be buying it (even though I caved and bought two books for the trip to Vegas, I haven't bought another book this year - and it's May!), right? Right. But I'm going to be good and wait to get it from the library. Mostly because if I end up buying the books (and I can see that I might because they're entertaining enough that I'll probably want to read them again) I would want them all in paperback.

I just have to keep telling myself to be patient. The library will get the book eventually, and it's not as though I don't have other books to read in the meantime. Patience has never been one of my strong suits, however.