I started a book late Wednesday that didn't seem promising. I got about 40 pages in and put it aside, but hadn't reached my imaginary "line in the sand" of 75 pages, so I picked it up again. I went to bed on page 317 with less than 50 pages to go and I couldn't stop thinking about it. In fact, I woke in the middle of the night worried about the characters. That is a mark of an exceptional book.
I read a lot. About a book a day. Most of what I read I really enjoy, but does not merit a recommendation. I'm making an exception here.
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