I don't feel guilty for any of my pleasures.
Except perhaps the hedonism.....
Spending Sundays in a book store, I should be in church but the smell of the paper and glue, the huge amount of written words some good some bad , the unknown ideas I may pick up, could change my life or destroy it.
A place of 1,000,000 ideas and insight. things of the past, the present and the future.
Guilty pleasure, I spend money to listen to strangers with their words, I fall into the book at home and become unaware of the anything but the words.
Bad girl, put that book down and cook dinner for the family, talk to the family, and for gosh sake put the dogs out. Put that book down.