Occasionally I become obsessed with something to the point that I begin neglecting everyone, and everything else.
Although I jumped on the bandwagon a bit late, I am totally head over heels for Downton Abbey. Although it seems like the entire internet is on board, no one in my real life seems to be watching. I’m just starting season 2, and all hail the PBS app on the iPad where I can watch them all in rapid succession while my house falls apart around me. I had to physically tear myself away from Linda’s post about the season 2 finale this morning, although I can hear it’s siren song calling to me. (Click with caution, spoilers ahead!) I NEED to know what happens. Bates and Anna! Lady Mary and Matthew! Will O’Brien stop being such a hateful wench?
Just before I started watching Downton, I read Daughter of Smoke and Bone. Typically, when someone recommends a book to me, I add it to a list on my phone, and request them at the library a few at a time. By the time I have the book in my hands I rarely have any idea what it’s about, but I did remember that this book came highly recommended by a few people. It did not disappoint. I believe that Elizabeth’s review says everything I though about this book with one exception: I MUST stop reading books for which the sequels have not been written. (Divergent, I’m looking at you.) Perhaps it’s for the best, as when I read Harry Potter for the first time, the first four books were available, and I read them all one Thanksgiving weekend, barely looking up for pumpkin pie.
Oh! If you were similarly obsessed with Divergent, this excerpt from Insurgent – the sequel – just appeared in my Twitter stream. Obsession fed!
What is keeping you from being a productive member of society these days?