I'm not staying long, I'm in a hurry to get back to the book I'm reading.
Called The Mushroom Man, by Stuart Pawson, I began reading it yesterday.
The first chapter didn't really grip my attention, but I kept going in the hope that the story would improve a bit.
Well, it certainly did that. I'm up to page 142 and so far there's been three murders, an accidental death, a suicide and a child kidnapping.
I was reading this at work this morning, (no, not at the checkout), while I waited for my shift to start and I have to say when it was almost time to go downstairs and start work, I really, really, didn't want to.
Yet work I did, for hours, all the while wanting to be reading the story.
So, here I am at home, checking email, reading a blog or three.....four...ten.....okay, all of you.
I may or may not leave comments, because my book is right there beside me, calling...calling...calling....
Wanted. One rock, large, for hiding under.
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