A friend of mine lent me a book the other day. She said it would only take me like a night or less to read it. So far four nights later and I'm only on page 166.
Why is this book so magical?
It never fails. I pick it up and someone starts talking to me.
Last night while the kids were at karate I was so sure I could finish the book. I'm pretty much a quiet guy, sticks to himself and doesn't say much. Two parents talked with me the whole hour. I'm not sure that ever happened before.
The family was out today. I decided to get a bit of reading in, two words later they come back home!
I am hopeful I can finish this thing tonight!
By the way I think I am the last person on earth, or maybe just this house, who has never read about the one and only Ivan.