I have a book hangover

Last night was nothing new.  I looked over at the clock and it said 10:37.  Late, but not too late.  The next time I looked up from my book the clock said 11:11.  Too late to ensure a good morning.  By the time I finished the book it was 12:30.  

Instead of catching zzzz's, I read Catching Fire.  All I can say is that I’m glad I waited to read the second Hunger Games book.  The third book is already out.  If I had to wait a year to find out what happens next, I would have been a mad reader.

Instead I am merely a hungover reader.  One who is wise enough to know it is a good thing I do not have the third book in my house.  And since my eyes are protesting over too much screen-reading, I will have make a trip to the physical bookstore to get it.  It will be at least a few days before I can get there.  Enough time to start catching up on sleep.  But really, do you ever catch up?

Fortunately, I do know who Katniss ends up with.  And that’s a good thing.  Because otherwise, I would have been a very mad reader.  (But I won’t tell you unless you ask.  Because one reader’s good thing is another reader’s book ruined.  And a book lover would NEVER do that to a fellow bookie.)