i have read other things (lots of things) in between.

my feelings and thoughts about it run in every direction.

a task...it is so dense that it seems more like work than enjoyment.

an addiction...pages turn and turn, not wanting to stop, there is no such thing as a good place to rest - sentences go on for a paragraph's length and paragraphs last for pages.

a drug...no other work has left such an effect on me, my mood is altered after reading - not always in the same way...sometimes i become impatient, sometimes relaxed, excited. other times complete ennui and hopelessness with everything.

it seems like it will never end, this book...these books.