Well goodness. Today just flew right on by now, didn't it?
You know what I hate? I hate when I find a book I love. Normally, this is a good thing, but I'm learning to find it more and more bittersweet.
When I find a great book, I bring it everywhere with me, and I actually look forward to my train rides because that makes for non-guilty reading time. I really let myself go and dive in, full force, into whatever the story is. Today, for example, I almost missed my stop because I was so deep in the world of Wolvogs and Pigoons. (Shout out to Margaret Atwood, yo!)
Inevitably, I cannot control my reading binges and I obsessively open the book every chance I get. It's amazing how much time I spend just waiting around. That time, normally such a dull and drab part of my life, turns into a Potential Reading Party, if the book inspires that kind of attitude. Good books do that to me.
Regardless, I always finish the book way too fast. Today, I couldn't help myself: I did that whole I've-only-got-two-chapters left thing, and finished it up without remembering to savor. When I shut the book after reading the last page, I actually whimpered.
Oh, the emptiness I felt when I was done!
So what now? I have to work tomorrow and I only have my New Yorker to accompany me on the train. And that's ok, but it pales in comparison to the last two days. This is weird, but I sort of miss the characters from the book already.
Tomorrow, directly from work, I am going to the library.
I totally know the feeling! (I also get sad (not sad-sad) when I think about all the good books I won't get time to read before I kick the bucket!)
Anyway, if you're looking for another good book, try A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry. It is one of my absolute favorites, so I recommend it as often as I get the chance.
p.s. if you're kind of a book snob like me, don't me thrown by the fact that it was an oprah book club selection. (I read it before she did!)
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