Confessions of a book eater

Okay, I have a pusher, mine knows my weaknesses and exactly what to lay out in front of me that I will not be able to resist, pandering relentlessly to my soft spots. Mine is a librarian. There am I, being ever so good, returning all my and my daughter's books and determined not to get any more out as we're away on a bike ride and I want to minimise the weight. Then he presents me with a stack of comic books of which I managed to restrain myself and select only two. Some choices were easy, two Bleach volumes I've already bought (waah!) and a volume on historical British comics which I'm just not interested in. The two I chose have been a joy.