Our church youth have a yard sale every April to raise money for their summer trip. I'm a pack rat by nature, so I used the annual yard sale to force myself to move out a little of the clutter I've collected this year. Instead of focusing on my closet I decided to go through the books that were still in boxes. I don't really have a place to put them and I thought if they weren’t unpacked for over a year maybe I don't need to keep them. So one by one I drug boxes into the living room and began going through the books.
Most of them are books I've never read. I don't have a keeper shelf. I don't have time to read the book the first time, much less a second or third. So I was a little surprised to find that I had kept a book after I read it the first time. I read the first page just to make sure it was the book I thought it was. Forgetting the mission (sorting the books), I sat in my comfy chair and began to read. Several hours later-3 AM to be exact-I looked up from the book and had an OMG moment. Getting up for work was going to be even more difficult than normal. And I hadn’t finished sorting for the yard sale.
I carried the book to work with me and surreptitiously pulled it out of the drawer to read "just a page or two" several times throughout the day. With only 15 pages left I reluctantly left work knowing other commitments would keep me from the HEA for several hours. When I finally got home that night I finished the book. Much needed sleep was ignored in favor of reading “the end.”
I would love to write a book that kept someone up all night reading. Alas, my skill is nowhere near that level yet, but I can dream. And work. I plan to go back through this book and attempt to deconstruct just what had me so engrossed.
So tell me, have you stayed up all night reading recently?
PS – the book? “Garters” by Pamela Morsi first published in 1992.