"If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence." - from George Eliot’s Middlemarch
Lately, I've been reading the incredibly long fantasy series: "A Song of Ice and Fire" by George R.R. Martin.
It's incomplete. There's 5 books finished out of a planned 7, but each is upwards of 700 pages. The world he creates is huge, vast, rich and incredibly fun to play around in.
I was slowly enjoying the books and all the many character POVs until I got to the end of "A Clash of Kings" and the scene when Sandor runs craven from the Blackwater Battle and offers to take Sansa away from King's Landing.
And then all hell broke loose for my fannish tendencies. I skipped ahead and read all the Sansa parts of the book and all the SanSan fanfic I could get my hands on, totally unrepentent about being spoiled.
Which is not like me at all. I hate being spoiled. But for SanSan I totally risked all.