My whole world stops when I get a new Suzanne Brockmann book. It’s sad really (not her books, me). My life comes to a screeching halt. I fight it every time, really I do, but I can’t seem to peel my nose from one of her stories.
The last couple of days are evidence to this phenomenon. I picked up her latest Navy SEAL story and was a good girl and didn’t open it until I got home. But then, it started…
My dog thought I’d died because I didn’t move from the couch. My husband thought I’d died because I hadn’t mumbled a single word. My friends thought I’d died because I didn’t respond to emails.
So in an effort to seem some what alive, I drug my butt from the couch and…read while I cooked, while I brushed my teeth, while I ate. I read while I drove (I know! Eek!), while I grocery shopped (not kidding), while I dusted. I read while I vacuumed, while I cleaned the bathrooms, while I ironed. I read while I brushed my dog, while I worked out (I’m serious), while I pretended to watch T.V.
You get the drift. I read. And read. And read. Long book.
But now I’m done and good ‘ole Suz didn’t let me down. Her story rocked twinkies! As it always does. I’m back among the living, hence the reason why I’m blogging.
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