There's something to be said about ongoing series that are purely escapist. Anyone who knows me would know I suffered years' long bout of Harry Potter obsession. Back in the day, I could describe any character, any event, anything really. In hindsight, it was pathetic, I admit it. But let's face it -- Harry Potter was absorbing. Completely. But after the Deathly Hallows came out, I went cold turkey, knowing staying so obsessed just for the crappy movies really wasn't worth it. And I got over it. Twilight was easier to get over, seeing as there were only four books in the series, and they were already all published by the time M. forced me to read them. So, no desperate obsessing over what would happen next.
But knowing my obsession for Twilight (read: Edward), H. bought me the Sookie Stackhouse novels for my birthday. Okay, they were an early birthday present, but still. Ten books and a week later, I'm stuck twiddling my thumbs until May when the next book comes out, and I can find out what's going to happen next. I hate waiting, really. I really don't like it. But maybe it's just what I need -- something to look forward to in the book world. Shame I'm sitting around waiting for almost a year for a book I'll finish in a couple of hours...
I even tried satisfying my err... craving by watching True Blood. Yuck. The books are a lot less bloody in my head, I'll tell you.
So that's me in a nutshell. Compulsive reader always in search of instant literary gratification. Oh, who am I kidding? I hate waiting. Period.
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