After my last post, I headed upstairs and curled up in bed with a booklight and Holes by Louis Sachar. I think I read until about 2:30 am, then slept until 5:30 when I woke up with a stomach-ache. Whether from the junk I ate yesterday or the coffee or just lack of sleep, I don't know, but since I was up anyway I read some more. I finished the book at around 7:30. So altogether I think I read for nineteen or twenty hours out of twenty-four, which is frankly more than I expected to.
So I read:
- the end of Moses in Egypt by Lynne Reid Banks
- On Writing by Stephen King
- Raincloud by Richard S. Todd
- Holes by Louis Sachar
And now I am all distracted because there are girlies climbing on me demanding a hot breakfast. I will come back to bed after breakfast.