My special challenges are to:
- manage to read over and around Max, who takes my picking up a book as a signal to park his 13-pound self on my chest;
- wade through Proust's endless, semi-colon and dash bespattered sentences without immediately falling asleep;
- stay so interested in the book that I won't forsake it for others.
Guess what else? I gobbled up RUMBLE in a day and a half and am now roaring through RETURN. Neither one has put me to sleep, even with Max's soporific purring on my chest. In fact, each has kept me awake--most happily, I might add.
So, to those who prefer to savor every soggy morsel of their tea-soaked madeleines, I wish you bonne chance. For now, I'm sticking to Cheez Doodles and California rolls.
P.S. Watched "Match Point" the other night, which I loved, but was struck by how similar it is to "The Player" (the movie anyway; I haven't read the book). So similar, in fact, that I guessed what the ending would be. I hate when that happens--and it didn't with RUMBLE ON THE BAYOU.