You can sing the alphabet forwards and backwards.
Your bookcases at home are sorted by genre, alphabetized by author, and flush with the shelf.
You forgot how to use the look-up system because you haven't needed to use it in a long time.
You know what a "book thong" is and how to use it.
You cen tell everything about a book by its cover.
You need another room in your place for all the books you brought home instead of a paycheck.
You cancelled your magazine subscriptions because you can read them on your breaks.
You know more ISBN numbers than phone numbers.
When you go into another bookstore, even though you don't work there, you clean up and help customers.
You know all of Oprah's book club books past and present.
You fear Oprah and Rachael Ray will join forces and take over the world.
You know what a customer will ask for before they ask it.
Your friends and family only get books as gifts.
You know how to properly care for and treat a papercut.
You're an expert at face-painting from all the Harry Potter releases you worked.
Where a book goes is a long, drawn out debate of logic vs. the computer.
A customer asks for the mysterious "green," "blue," or "red" book and you get it right on the first try.
You stopped going to movies because they never do the book justice.
Every conversation you have includes, "...that reminds me of a book I'm reading..."
You take on the personality of whatever author you're reading at the time.
You use your booklight as a flashlight.
You love when the power goes out because it gives you an excuse to spend the whole day reading by candlelight.
You use tall bookcases as room dividers.
You have no idea what people do in their spare time if they're not readers--but whatever it is, it's probably not interesting.
Your friends and family use your home as a library.
You can't tell the difference between reality and the book(s) you are reading.