Dear employers, friends, and relations,
Please forgive my sluggishness and my general not-with-itness today. I have a small "book hangover."
I made the mistake of starting a 600+ book on the train home last night. A mistake, you might ask. Well, you see ... once I start a really good, intriguing book, I generally have to read the whole thing straight through from cover to cover. Which is what happened ... again. Last night. Or technically, early this morning really. Definitely NOT enough sleep. Plus, the characters and the plot are still swirling around my brain and I can't wait to read the book again, more sloooowly, to savour it.
The last time this happened, with the last Harry Potter (darn you J.K., darn you!), I vowed to get this little reading problem under control. I thought I had it licked. I even got to the point where I would not finish a book if it didn't get me hooked in under 30 pages or less.
The Culprit? The Host by Stephenie Meyer
Be warned.
Hello, I'm Auntie Nettie, and I'm a biblioholic.
