Mousy appearances may deceive, but reading addicts feel pain like everyone else.Next-morning headaches, for one.
Got a new book from the library yesterday, and a juicy BBC period drama from Netflix. Did I let them lie, savoring the anticipation? Dip into a few chapters, then fold some laundry, all the while untangling plot and characters in my head? No. I watched the film, straight through, and then dove into the novel.
By 12:22 am, my binge was over. Silence. Nothing left to look forward to. Do people think we enjoy that feeling? It's gut-wrenching. In the unplumbed depths of our hearts, we wish we'd left a few chapters for tomorrow. But we cannot.
At least I'm admitting I have a problem. :)
5 comments:
Which book, and which movie?
Echoing Erin here, which book, which movie? I know exactly how you feel!
Nosy parkers!
;)
Book: The Spellman Files (via you, Erin.)
Film: North and South. BUT DISC ONE ONLY!!!! Torture until this weekend! Good stuff. (Um, does that even make sense?)
you are so true. :]
Heehee!
I had a strange feeling that it was North and South...
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