Out of necessity I'm actually reading two books now, which I normally never do. Thing is, my brother and his girlfriend came over last weekend to spend some time with me and my family. At one point we got to talking about books, and I showed the one I was currently reading to my brother's girlfriend, saying: " I think this book, Doughnut Economics, would be right up your alley. You should read it." I put the book, which I had almost finished, on the coffee table and thought no more of it.
When I went to bed later that night I couldn't find my damned book. I looked everywhere. The kids couldn't have snatched it; they were long in bed when my brother and his gf visited. Couldn't find the book under the coach, under the cupboard, under the piano. Not even in the fridge or oven (in the past when I had had a couple of beers I once put my sneakers in the oven. Don't even ask).
In the end, I decided it was a lost cause. The book was gone. So I started on 11.22.63 by Stephen King (
@Alucard: you'll like this one). It's a historical time-travel story. Very cool. Right of the bat you meet some great extended King Universe characters (connected via the Dark Tower of course).
In any case, this morning my brother's gf sent me a text about how neat Doughnut Economics is. She of course took the book with her, as she understood from my recommendation that she should read it
right away! I'm such an idiot.
Anyways, long story short: she finished the book and I'll get it back by tomorrow, after which I will probably finish it in another day or two. Once done, I will again pick up 11.22.63 where I left off.
What a life, what a life.