After a considerable amount of time laying dormant, the Urge has taken over me this weekend.
As per usual, the Urge has taken me unawares, and, like a thief in the night, slowly and stealthily took over, leaving me under its total control. The Urge has led me to its usual haunts, first, at Waltermart, and then at Makati Square. The Urge never gave me a chance to back down, never letting go until its needs were satisfied. I went home with a heavy burden.
Two burdens to be exact. Both hardbounds, both fiction, both fantasy. One about two magic practitioners and their testy relationship in Napolionic London; the other about the lost Book of All Knowledge, and the lives of two boys, one in the present, the other in the past, whose fates are intertwined with the Book.
I can't wait to read both, but before that, I would have to cover them first in thick plastic cover. My obsessive-compulsive nature demands it. I hope I can find the time, and soon.
You can restrain it sometimes, but the bibliophile must have his books, and there are no other ways around it.