So I've been pounding my head on shattered glass inside a tornado trying to read an (so far) atrociously bad book for review on Armchair. I promised myself I would read 100 pages before I told them "no way, no how." I've been reading for more than a week and I'm at page 89.
So last night I put it down and treated myself to a little dessert of fiction. I finally started Wishing on Dandelions by Mary DeMuth. (Okay, restarted since I did go in and make sure that General wasn't getting poor little Mara again.)
Oh. My. Gosh.
I couldn't put it down. Seriously. I said one chapter. Then I added one. And another. Shoot. I'm more pages into it than that attrociously bad book. It is so good. Near and dear to my heart. I'll give my rave review soon...probably tomorrow if last night poses any history on how long I'll have to read once I pick it up.
Or you could just go buy the book. VBG