It was Sunday morning. Boyfriend was still on the road, driving back from a camping trip in California. I had almost an entire free day ahead of me. Any guesses what I decided to do?
Read, of course.
I’d been plodding along in George R.R. Martin’s A Game of Thrones for what felt like forever. Because I had the book on my Nook, I usually “saved” reading it for when I was at the gym or otherwise not able to easily read print books. I hadn’t been to the gym in the couple weeks leading up to our move, and still hadn’t signed up for a new gym membership. Hence, A Game of Thrones sat, unread, for weeks.
Then Trisha (eclectic / eccentric) posted about her progress with the book and I thought to myself, “Self… you should get back to that book!”
And so I did.
I started around 11 a.m. on page 116 of 788. It took me until 11:30 that night (due to a long break for lunch with a friend and some chatting with Boyfriend when he arrived home), but I finished the book that day. It was an epic day of epic fantasy.