I have dived headlong into the Game of Thrones series of books. I have nearly completed book two and I am at the stage where I am thinking about the characters as I go about my daily tasks. I even took the book up with me to the studio the other day and during the course of the day found a good rythm, whereby I made a couple of pots, read a few pages, gazed at the sky for a bit and then made a couple more pots. It was a good afternoon.
I am not quite at the stage where I am dreaming about the characters but I am sure that will happen as I immerse myself in the third book.
Life would be so empty without glorious, fat novels that transport me into another world and another time.