How often do you find yourself in the middle of a fixation on the works of one particular author and feel, for a little while at least, that you just can’t get enough? In other words, do you glom?
Goodness knows I do and the results run the gamut between eternal love and agonizing avoidance. For me these gloms always start out simple enough; I’ll pick up a book by an author (usually one I’ve never read), don’t want the experience to end, and try to recapture it with the next book in the series or try to find that same spark in another of their works. If I’m lucky, my gloms come when I’m out of school so I have time to savor the storytelling. If I’m not so lucky, I find myself cramming in bouts of reading in between grading papers, planning lessons planning, waiting in parking lots, and so many other stolen moments.