I tend to go on reading kicks, a habit I have had since I was in middle school. One day I’d pick up a book, read it cover to cover in a few days, and continue on to either the next in the series or something else, rinse-spit-repeat. This would continue for several months at least. Then all of a sudden I would stop. Sometimes in the middle of a story or having just started a new one. I would start reading a sentence and decide I needed to do something else, and this something else would last several months until I picked up a book and continued the trend.
Since arriving here in France my reading cycle has been somewhat off as we have been adjusting to rhythms over here. I have, however, managed to read nearly all of Clive Cussler’s Dirk Pitt novels, Dracula, about half of The Count of Monte Cristo (half was about all I could take as it’s very, very dense…), Treasure Island, George Orwell’s 1984.
But now I’ve started a new series, and I fear I may fall into my old reading habits this time around.
A Game of Thrones. This may prove to be the best series I have read since Robert Jordan’s A Wheel of Time saga. Thankfully not as long though…
We shall see.