Voracious.

Contemplating how quickly I munch through novels. In the last couple of weeks: the previously mentioned Adam Williams, an old Terry Pratchett I must have read a couple of dozen times (anyone else do that?), the new Terry Pratchett (this one not really very good), some girly thing of my wife’s that I happened to pick and just kept going with, and a chunk of the latest Neal Stephenson.

I reckon I must average between 80 and 100 novels a year. That gets expensive. And it may say something about my life, although I’m not sure what.