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Readers Gonna Read

I used to get in trouble for reading at school.

I know. Ridiculous!

Mrs. Dow in particular was unimpressed when she would discover a novel tucked under the edge of my desk, my gaze focused downward while she taught. But then she would ask me a question about the lesson, and I would answer correctly, and what else can you say?

Sometimes I would lose the book despite my (because of?) my smart(ass)ness, and be left bored and/or daydreaming... It seems by Grade 6, I was already developing the philosophy that if the work is boring or easy, so long as it gets done, the rest is details.

And now I'm 27 and good books still suck me in and work is still sometimes boring, and this morning as I heard my boss coming down the stairs, I hurriedly closed The Night Circus with a twinge of guilt.

But mostly, I spent the morning glancing over, wondering what was happening next, and when I would have the chance to find out.

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I read on the walk home. As Karen said, "It's the original texting and walking."

Regarding my recent reads, can I recommend (quite strongly) The Shadow of the Wind? It is a good thing I started it on a Friday night, because I finished it at 4am that night... And likely would have done the same on a work night.

Comments

The Night Circus. LOVED it. Glad you are/did too!
And thanks for the recommendation on Shadow of the Wind. Will look it up right now.

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