How’s your binging?

Binging? Or is that bingeing? They both look wrong. The first looks like it should rhyme with ’singing’, and the second has too many vowels.

I think it’s bingeing, though. Like singeing? (Except that looks wrong, too…) I could just find the damned dictionary, but inertia rules. This laptop is so heeeeavyyyyy…

As I suspected, with far less time to read this year, I am churning my way through fewer books. I also made some crappy choices at the library last week. Some weeks are like that.

The first was odd: it lost me by page 90, but there were some loose ends I was curious about — though not curious enough to slog my way through the intervening 321 pages — so I hopped over to the last chapter. And was so astonished and fascinated by what I found that I had to go back to page 90 to find out how on earth she’d gotten from there to here.

After that, it was a terrific read, though I confess I would skip through two or three pages here and there to keep the pace up.

The second started off dryly humourous, I thought, but turned out to be strictly in earnest and, as such, earnestly boring. I read the first 55 pages, then bounced in to read a page here and there, then read the last chapter. Yawn.

I’m currently 72 pages into “Bread and Dreams” by Jonatha Ceely. (No, that’s not a typo. Jonatha.) So far, it’s the best of the lot.

That’s my binge, so far. How’s yours?