I spent the better part of this afternoon and evening (except for the … eh … 10 minutes it took me to re-read the first chapter of Nicoll’s British Drama and for one pee pee break) reading Karen White’s The Lost Hours. This is the first time in years that I literally couldn’t put a book aside, and read it in one go instead. It’s a great book, a wonderful book. As expected, it put me through an emotional wringer, but in a good way. I enjoyed every minute of it, even when I was crying my eyes out towards the end of the novel.