I went to Barnes and Noble last weekend. Felt a bit guilty for cheating on Kindle, but there’s something about holding a book in my hands while I’m reading. It’s more personable. I’m able to enter the author’s world that much quicker.
I came home with books 1 and 2 of Jeaniene Frost’s Night Huntress series.
I read both in less than twenty-four hours.
I ignored my weekend chores, because who needs clean clothes when Cat and Bones are fighting evil or getting it on? It’s a good thing Bubbles is self sufficient, because she was pretty much left to her own devices for the day. ( So not gonna win parent of year again. Sigh.) There was no posting, no liking or sharing, no tweeting, no Facebooking, no editing (gasp!). I even had yogurt for lunch because it was easy to grab and only had to take my eyes off the page for a second.
Moping began on Sunday at 10:32 am. I finished the novels. Didn’t have book 3. Nothing else on my shelf appealed to me. Husband was aghast when he learned I read both of them. (Seriously, have we not been together for over ten years?) He gave me his my-wife-is-a-bit-crazy smile and said, “Next time you should make them last.”
. . . um . . .
I love Husband, but he’s not a reader. Maybe he’d understand the situation if I put it in terms of when he watched his first episode of Breaking Bad at the end of season two. And then had a Netflix Breaking Bad marathon for about a week, which resulted in this when he was all caught up and had to wait months for the new one to start.
Yeah. “Make it last.” Pfft.