A couple years ago I read this fantastic book The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenger, and absolutely loved it (highly recommended).

Last summer I had convinced Sam to read it, since she was badly needing a new book to read and losing faith in her own choosing ability, so I let her borrow one from my collection. The whole time she was reading it she would continuously talk about how great it was, and all that jazz, so I had told myself that I needed to re-read it soon.However, 'soon' apparently means nearly another year later?

I think the book was just released here in London right before we arrived, cause I've been seeing it everywhere, and remembering what a great book it was, and telling everyone and their dogs to read it (my copy unfortunately remains in Nebraska), but then this Friday, while everyone was preparing for their weekend rendezvous in Paris, some of the girls found a copy of this particular book in the library, while they grabbed some reading for the train ride.

Abby, my roomate, ended up checking out the book and brought it up to show me, but decided to leave it, and instead bring her other literary choice for the ride.

Then, the book was just there...sitting on her desk...taunting me....

So, yesterday morning, with everyone gone, and me left alone and bored I decided to grab it and start re-reading it finally. And then at 4:00am I was done.

Yeah, I spent the entire day Friday (minus about 2 hrs, checking up on the internet slash grabbing a sandwhich from the refectory, since food is necessary to function--and by function, I mean, finish reading) reading The Time Traveler's Wife. Which was even better than I remember, so I feel less guilty for pretty much wasting the entire day. But it was worth it. Besides, I have today and tommorrow to do any lame things (and by lame things, I mean homework) I was planning to do then.

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