I’ve been reading two books. I jump back and forth between the two. Today I finished one of them. Last night the story really started moving and I was enthralled that I only had fifty pages to go when I couldn’t keep my eye open/Lucas was being a total nightmare and I had to soothe him last night. I love it when I finish a book. But it’s also really sad, because I like being in that world too. It’s complicated that only fellow book lovers could understand.
so that is all.
14 days until my birthday, my excitement level = zero.