I just finished reading “The Winter Folly” by Lulu Taylor. It was around 5oo pages and I swallowed it whole. It consumed our lives for two days (sneaking to the bathroom, putting on a Disney movie to keep the kids in one room, staying up to an ungodly hour).
It was a great book, but there’s a problem with a good book. It fills you with a such a high, a good page turner that you can’t put down, can’t stop thinking about. You can’t stop reading yet you want it to last. You read it, then it’s done. High then low. Then you want to pile yourself into another great book right away…..but it never seems as good at the time. Reader’s problems huh?