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.)