In university I was a champion book reader. I remember waiting in my pjs by the door for the FedEx delivery person to bring me Harry Potter 6 (and later 7) at 9 a.m. sharp. I promptly ate 3 bowls of cereal for strength and retreated to my room for a serious read-a-thon.
|Cinnamon Toast Crunch (before The Great Metabolism Slowdown of 2009) via Sodahead|
During Giller shortlist season, I usually go on a bit of a binge. But this year I only read a book or two, and I read them at reasonable hours.
The last book I remember staying up late for was The Book Thief. I was home alone, which was for the best since I cried so hard at the end that it took me a couple of hours to recover. Unfortunately, I'm not an attractive crier. There are those people who can cry so gracefully and delicately, and then there's my style of crying. It's a red, blotchy, snotty extravaganza. I've been known to moan, "noooooooooooooooo" at the saddest parts of books or movies.
Less graceful and more disgraceful. Zing!
|How is this woman MORE beautiful when crying?!|
|This is basically me crying. Except usually I have a top on.|
So, what books have kept you up lately?
Are you a nice crier or a crazy one, like me? Admit it.