This was last week, actually, but the weekend was big (my sister’s bachelorette party on the wine trail and the lake!!) so I didn’t post.

But man, I was going to read a chapter while I drank my morning coffee, and then put it down and do useful stuff… but no. Read all freaking morning. Finished the book around 2:00. Tracy (yes, I can call her Tracy, I know her. She’s a really cool person) is now on my shit list for writing a book that I couldn’t put down. And I blame her entirely. I can normally put books down, but no. Not this one. I had to know what happened next. I almost tried making lunch while reading, but decided my husband wouldn’t be thrilled with me if I had to tell the insurance company I burned my house down trying to make an omlette because I was reading with the gas stove on. Plus, I wouldn’t get to finish the book until I got another copy (that might’ve actually been the more compelling reason). So, if you’re not offended by a lot of sex (or, contrari-wise, if you’re in the mood for a lot of sex), check it out.