As part of this online community, you’ve probably seen a gazillion posts asking you what you do when you’re in the reading doldrums.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve done one myself, which I would totally revisit if I could be bothered.
Laziness = Kris.
Anyhoo, my usual method of dealing with the bookity mehs is to glom TV series until I get bored shitless with them and am in desperate need of a reading fix.
At the moment, though, I seem to have had enough of a series about the end-of-seasonish. This finds me starting a whole new series with one or two episodes left to go in the last… and then I stop and start another… and then another… well, you get the picture.
On other occasions, I’m able to kill the slumpity dead by rereading stuff which appeals to my mood at the time.
Unfortunately, this has pretty much been happening when insomnia strikes so I’m usually going straight to books that bore the complete and utter crap out of me in an attempt to try and get back to snoozing.
Hey, whatever works, right.
One thing I’ve come to realise over this past week is that, when I do turn to books, it’s not so much as a reread as it is a skim-job.
And not so much a skim as it is a flick to the sex scenes.
Further proof I’m a perve.
Like there was any doubt.
Does anyone else do that? Reread sex scenes, that is. C’mon, fess up. You know you want to. 😉
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