In which I blame Julia London for …
Julia London is in so much trouble.
Because, folks, I have things to do. Work to do. Life stuff to do. There are dishes that need cleaning and clothes that need washing.
But last night, instead of just going straight to bed, I told myself I’d start Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. Just one chapter, and then I’d savor the thing over the coming week.
It’s Julia London’s fault, and yet at the same time I should have listened to her. She told me it was compelling. She told me that you wanted to keep reading to see what happened, to see if your guesses are right, to see if she’s (the titular gone girl is dead or alive or abducted by aliens–okay, I don’t really think that last one).
And now here I am only 24% of the way in and I can already tell that it’s going to be way, way, way more a part of my weekend than I’d planned.
So thanks a lot, Julia London. I had things to do. Places to go. Laundry to fold.
Um, laundry to fold…
Yeah….THANKS!
Have you read Gone, Girl? No spoilers, please, but what did you think? What other Must.Keep.Turning.Pages books have you read recently?
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