I used to live with a woman who became seriously addicted to the Discworld novels. I used to come home with a new one and she would bound to the door, then circle about my legs until I extracted it from my bag. Once it was in my hands I always felt a little nervous, as she would try to snatch it from me, leaping about like a madwoman. I would hold it aloft, out of her reach and squeeze past her... Read more