I’ve recently discovered I’ve become a creature of habit for my creature comforts.

It has been some months since my previous installment of the The Last Word (my semi-regular column in The Taber Times), but fear not fellow bibliophiles — like MacArthur to the Phillipines — I have returned.
In the interim I have been indulging in an addiction which probably plagues even the most diligent readers among us from time to time — the sometimes uncontrollable urge to re-read favourite books or novels. It’s a compulsion for me, for which I have coined the term “binge reading.” Sometimes pouring through a series of less-than-satisfactory selections over a period of months can leave one with the craving to re-explore those true favourites and feel the thrill of rediscovering characters or noticing details in the narrative that have previously escaped us.