"She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain"

I have been on a reading marathon. The sad kind. Where I started with Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix to gear me up for the movie, then moved on to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (which I loved, by the way, and got really upset about in the end not for any reason to do with the ending just the fact that it had, in fact, ended, and there is no more Harry Potter to be expected so it was sort of like losing a friend; I know I'm putting myself at the risk of sounding like some kind of young-adult-angst-driven-sap but what the hell), then moved on to Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer, the third in a trio which Hazel very kindly bought for me, then thought what the hell I'll read the first in the trio and went to Twilight by Stephenie Meyer, then had my thumb up my ass and thought well the hell with it and reread Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (one of my fave books of all time - if you haven't read it, then get it and bloody read it), finished that, thought damn, what to do now, and reread Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (risking myself again to the power of two hundred).

So now, for the first time in a month, I've got nothing to read while I have my smoke break.

Very, very soon, I'm going to be picking up Pride and Prejudice. Just you wait.

Note: subject title above as quoted by Louisa May Alcott, the chick we may thank for 'Little Women'.