Just finished William Gibson's "The Peripheral"
Mini-review to follow at some point, as usual (note to self: the jackpot is a very interesting concept). Just wanted to leave myself a reminder of that peculiar feeling when you're reading a book across many days, different things getting in the way, so you can never advance much, until you cross some sort of combined threshold of frustration and progress, drop everything else you should be doing, and just sit with it until you finish regardless of how long it takes.
It's a pretty common experience, I think, and not necessarily far from other, less mild forms of compulsive behavior, but at some level I really wish I could set up my life so I could always pick up a book knowing that I need not put it down unless I wanted to (or I fell asleep, or, you know, just fell --- there are already too many restrictions of the sort, and somehow we keep adding more).
It's a pretty common experience, I think, and not necessarily far from other, less mild forms of compulsive behavior, but at some level I really wish I could set up my life so I could always pick up a book knowing that I need not put it down unless I wanted to (or I fell asleep, or, you know, just fell --- there are already too many restrictions of the sort, and somehow we keep adding more).