My mother has a bit of a reading problem: when she starts a good book she is incapable of doing anything other than reading. Laundry piles up, meals become self service, and so on. I have inherited this problem! In fact, I put off starting new books because I know if I like it there is no hope. Currently I am in the middle of not one good book- but two. So if you need me, I have my nose in one of the following:


wondered where you were.....
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