Today, on my drive home from work in Toronto traffic, I even considered the possibility of audio books to get me through the drive... But the drive isn't THAT long, and something about audio books feels like cheating when I blog about the joys of actually reading...
So for now, I'll stick with barely getting through a few pages a night as I fight to keep my eyelids from closing shut. Which means today's two come from only 13 pages beyond last week's two.
At seven p.m. that evening,
when the rest of his colleagues had been spat out of the office building and
then sucked in by the spreading Christmas mania outside, Lou Suffern remained
inside at his desk, feeling less like the dapper businessman and more like
Aloysius, the schoolboy on detention whom he'd fought so hard over the years to
leave behind. [Whoa! Long
sentence!] Aloysius stared at the files on the desk before him with
all the same excitement as being faced with a plate of veg, their very green
existence presiding over his freedom.The Gift by Cecelia Ahern, page 113
Why am I still
reading a Christmas-themed novel? Might need a reading
binge this weekend...
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