Ok, so I have just finished reading the second book of the Eragon Trilogy, Eldest. I know you must be thinking, "What is this you are speaking? You just said that you finished reading the first book on Friday, and the second book is over 600 pages long! Are you lying, or are you out of your mind?" My answer: neither. I just have a lot of time on my hands, and once I start reading a book that I'm at least mildly interested in, it's practically impossible for me to put it down. I think I might be a little obsessive-compulsive about it. I lose all sense of time and space, and become so totally immersed in the book I'm reading that nothing else even pricks my consciousness. And then, when I read the last page, I feel desolate. I feel thirsty for more, and antsy because there is no more to read at the moment. And why, you ask, shouldn't I just pick up another book and read it, or even reread the first book? Because it just wouldn't be the same.
So for now I am doomed to wander aimlessly around my house, wishing I was curled up with a good book, and shooing my bothersome cats away from whatever their current life-threatening pursuit is. Usually for Trinket it is chewing on electrical cords, and for Gizmo, chewing on Trinket while she is chewing the electrical cords.