I was meeting up with someone earlier today, and knowing I had to wait a bit I brought a book I’m currently reading: “I am not a serial killer” by
Dan Wells. Apparently, I was so engrossed by the story I hadn’t noticed her coming up to me, observing me for a moment and then waving to get my attention. I missed all that till she started speaking to me. She was clearly impressed by the intensity of concentration I displayed. Heh heh, yea, that’s me reading a book I really like…
The next one in line to be read is one called “The Undutchables” by Colin White, but I’m trying to pace myself reading Dan Wells’s YA novel.