So I’ve come to the conlusion that The Godfather is the most un-put-down-able book ever written. I got in bed at 9:50 last night, planning to read 15, maybe 20 minutes… some time later, I glanced up at the clock. 10:40. Crap. How had that happened? I’d finish the chapter and quit. It was way past my bedtime. But of course the chapter I was reading ended up as a cliffhanger of epically Italian proportions, resulting in me reading the next two chapters to wrap up the climax of Part I. OK, I told myself, I’m done, this is a good spot to stop at for the night. I went to place my bookmark and made the mistake of reading the first few lines of the next chapter… six pages later, I forced myself to stop mid-page and finally go to sleep at about 11. Shame on me for staying up late, but at least I didn’t pull an all-nighter like I was contemplating…
In other news, during my blog-perusing apres-l’ecole adventures that I go on (don’t we all?), I saw this coat on the Sart and loved the texture – I want to touch it! That, and the colour of course, and the way she belted it and wore the scarf and looks so warm and cosy… I want to go coat shopping!
The Godfather beckons, ciao!