You almost feel lifeless, like there's nothing coherent to look forward to in terms of visual/word fixation. Something to curl up to at night, something to stick in your lap under a lamp light.
One day you're binge watching and the next day you're scavenging your hard drive for something unseen.
Ok, so I just finished this excellent excellent superbly awesome tv series called 'happy valley'. One of the nicest crime drama you could ever hope to watch. And I didn't just watch it, I binge watched it. Both seasons! In 4 days! Done!
Speaking of books.. finished 'moving pictures' last night and I'm a Pratchett convert. It had me salivating to turn each page impatiently, just so I could swallow that beautiful abstract eccentricity asap. I hung on the precipice of each sentence, gob smacked, awestruck and squealing in ecstatic mirth.
So book over, series over what to do? I don't know about series but books I've plenty enqued
These are the five books I intend on finishing one after another. No dawdling, no excuses. Just reading.
Today I start with Mr. Capote. How can I ever resist a true crime story? How can I ever? I'm the biggest sucker there ever is for true crime and I expect nothing short of spectacular from Truman.
Series recommendations are feverishly welcome! The seventh episode for 'preacher' hasn't come out yet, and I intend to jam pack each day, each minute, each moment with something. I shan't spend a fraction of any day wondering what to do or getting bored or sitting idle. (Apparently that's why I was down with fever too) but hah! to that.


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