And where has the week-end gone so far?
Diary. I read it too far into the night last night; not stopping until my eyes were positively dried out from reading in front of the very necessary fan in my bedroom. Finished it only a while ago. Better than most Stephen King. The perfect lazing around in the summer reading. (If I still were at the beach all the time I would consider this a very smart, high quality beach read. Ah, those beach days. One eye on a book, the other on the kids. Typical idyllic Jaws type scene. Without the shark.)
This all started with the copy of Lullaby that I found along the road. I feel a bit guilty when I ravenously read fiction. It seems frivolous; nonfiction is easier to justify to myself. And now my heart belongs to two Chucks.
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