Out Of Control

 

 

I'll spare you the gory details, but I've fallen off the wagon in a big way regarding my addictive reading of far too many books at once, itself closely connected to my inability to stop myself buying them. Visits to Books Actually and the small Kinokuniya at the Jem shopping mall have added to my undoing in the last day or so. Above is the evidence, which doesn't even include the recent copies of Prog Magazine, The New York Review of Books, and Philosophy Now started but not yet finished. The thing is, there's something really exciting about each of the above which means I've just got to get going on each and every one. Oh dear.