Do you have reading fixations? Themes or topics that you return to over and over again? Maybe you can’t get enough of cozy mysteries set in snowy small towns, or perhaps you devour every presidential biography you can get your hands on. My own obsessions are legion. For example, I’m a sucker for anything, fictional or non-, that’s set in the dreamy, labyrinthine streets of a decaying imperial city. I also can’t help hate-reading every new anti-Stratfordian author with an ax to grind, the ones who claim that Shakespeare didn’t write the plays that bear his name.
Those are long-established fixations, and while it would be fascinating to know which books first triggered them, at this point I have no recollection whatsoever. This month, though, I may have caught myself at the beginning of another long reading road. Without intending to, I’ve found another topic that seems worthy of exploration for years to come.