Caught Without A Good Read

Today waiting for my mother at her doctor, I was caught without a book. Sure there were magazines and newspapers, but I have three books - good ones too! - that I'm reading. I yearned to know what my "friends" (in my books) were thinking, feeling, doing...all awaiting my attention. Commissario Guido Brunetti (Dressed for Death) had just learned some vital juicy piece of information over penne rigate with a touch of pepperoncino about the transvestitie whore murdered with red heels. My imagination wandered away from murder to a scary story in progress. Kinky had her listeners perched on the edge of their seats, the wee dear Irish kids, waiting to hear if the "Shee" would indeed come after Connor (An Irish Country Girl by Patrick Taylor - my goodreads win.) Connor did seem the kind of man that wouldn't be scared away by an old Irish superstitious folklore. I think. Sharply in my mind's eye came the cover of the "The Oulander", Gil Adamson. The snow, deep and plenty and the young woman trudging through it - I really tried not to start for afterall two books are reads enough - but with that opening - "It was night, and dogs came through the trees, unleashed and howling." I mean, wouldn't you want to know what or who they were after? Alas there I was without my friends -- my books! A lesson learned, don't leave home without a book. The wait was long and boring.