I finished The Bookstore by Deborah Meyler today while at the acupuncturist.
I wish I could say I enjoyed this book. I was completely uninterested in the story or the characters. What I can’t explain is why I felt the need to keep reading it. I had the hardest time putting it down. I needed to finish the book. The end was what I had expected, but somehow disappointing.
I feel like this is how I have been feeling about a lot of books lately.
And by the way, it is still hot. 88 at 8:30 at night is not right.
