I'm Gonna Need Coffee
So I bought a few books over the Christmas holiday--four books, actually. One is already finished.
Coincidently, I finished "His Other Lover" by Lucy Dawson on the same day that I watched Aronofsky's "The Black Swan" for the first time (yes, I had to go see it a second time). And to be honest, I felt as though the book should have been the movie I had looked forward to see.
Mia (His Other Lover) was much more relatible than Nina (Black Swan), and it was much more thrilling to read about how Mia was going crazy. Nina's plight had me flexing my toes for a few scenes, but Mia had my heart thumping and I couldn't put the book down. She had me go through a rollercoaster of sorts-- by having me both cheer and cringe at her audacious actions as she tried to solve her own dilemma.
Anyway, up next is "Goodnight, Beautiful", by Dorothy Koomson.
I picked this up when I decided to try reading a depressing book for a change, so I really shouldn't be surprised that I was already feeling nauseous by the time I was 100 pages in. Is this the feeling you get when you find yourself having to read about stupid people?
I have a feeling that I'm not going to be able to sleep when I finish this book.