You're probably thinking, "Ya, she has many problems."
You would be correct. But today, we are just talking about one of them.
I have this problem where I start a good book and just won't stop. Even when I have stuff to do. Even when I'm tired. Even when it's the middle of the night.... I have been known on many occasions to read until the sun comes up instead of putting the book away for another day.
That happened last night. After dinner, Hans and I curled up on the couch to read. I picked up The White Queen at Half Price Books a few weeks ago nd finally decided to give it a try. I got sucked in and read the whole thing (it's over 400 pages).
And then it just ends. She offers no theory or explanation which is wholly unsatisfying. I imagine she was trying to keep it historically accurate. But I wanted some fiction! Some explanation! I can't believe I stayed up all night and I still don't know what happened to Edward and Richard. Lame.
Incidentally, last week I finished reading Eat, Pray, Love and it took me the course of a couple weeks to do so. It was a wonderful book, definitely more substantive than The White Queen, but didn't hook me in the same way. Weird, huh?
I'm gonna go snooze now.