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redthroatedloonIs there a certain type of person who obsesses over various TV shows, books, movies, etc? Or does everyone do it, and just not everyone admits it?
I've been choosing stuff to obsess over since I was young, and thought at some point that I'd get over it, slow down, only think about Important Things, etc. etc. So when I went absolutely apeshit over Man from U.N.C.L.E. at the age of 11 or so, replaced that with Star Trek a few years later, spent hours in my high school library absorbing Asimov's stories and novels, replaced those with every word that Dickens wrote, I comforted myself that once I graduated college, I'd leave those things behind.
Yeah. Right.
Let's not even talk about Stargate right now. That's futile. However, I've added to that an obsession with the Aubrey novels of Patrick O'Brian. I bought the first four back about eight years ago, when a friend showed me a Web site where the publisher was sending out free copies of Master and Commander to anyone who signed up. I read the first, liked it, went though the next three, and then stopped.
When the movie opened, I started rereading the novels, and this time, I haven't been able to stop. Most of them are available through the Brooklyn Public Library, so I've gotten as far as The Thirteen Gun Salute, and am now waiting for Half.com to deliver The Nutmeg of Consolation (which, for some reason, my library doesn't seem to have). After that, there are only six more novels. What I'll do when I finish those -- start again at the beginning? -- I really can't imagine.
I've been choosing stuff to obsess over since I was young, and thought at some point that I'd get over it, slow down, only think about Important Things, etc. etc. So when I went absolutely apeshit over Man from U.N.C.L.E. at the age of 11 or so, replaced that with Star Trek a few years later, spent hours in my high school library absorbing Asimov's stories and novels, replaced those with every word that Dickens wrote, I comforted myself that once I graduated college, I'd leave those things behind.
Yeah. Right.
Let's not even talk about Stargate right now. That's futile. However, I've added to that an obsession with the Aubrey novels of Patrick O'Brian. I bought the first four back about eight years ago, when a friend showed me a Web site where the publisher was sending out free copies of Master and Commander to anyone who signed up. I read the first, liked it, went though the next three, and then stopped.
When the movie opened, I started rereading the novels, and this time, I haven't been able to stop. Most of them are available through the Brooklyn Public Library, so I've gotten as far as The Thirteen Gun Salute, and am now waiting for Half.com to deliver The Nutmeg of Consolation (which, for some reason, my library doesn't seem to have). After that, there are only six more novels. What I'll do when I finish those -- start again at the beginning? -- I really can't imagine.
