I'm bookimic. Or, readimic. I go for long spells of not reading because, when I do, I'm consumed by it. Utterly and totally consumed. I can't think of anything else. I get caught up in the world of it, and reality pales in comparison. Which, actually, is bullshit because most if not all of what I read is non fiction, so it's still reality, but, you get the jist.
I'm in a gorging stage at the moment. Which suits me to a T because I've finally found the bus. No more gropes in the Metro for me. Guaranteed quiet reading time. Brilliant.
And so, I've just finished Convergence Culture. Which, thank god. Don't get me wrong. It's insightful. It's really interesting. In parts, it's amazing. But it's also full of examples. Specific, deep, unique examples. Which, at times are fascinating but, at times, for me anyway, go on a little too long. It could have been the music I was listening to at the same time though.
That said the whole collective intelligence, a participatory culture and users as creators thing is really very interesting. It is very good, but I perhaps didn't quite love it as much as others have appeared to.
I am however dead set keen on becoming a professional Spoiler.
Back to a less work oriented read now in my normal genre: Everest and other mountain climbing disasters. Could someone else please fall down a crevasse and stumble home in absolute agony over four days, because I'm running out of things to read.