I borrowed a book out of the library, a crime which had some marvellous reviews, and of which there was a bit of a wait list because it was new and very popular, and dozens if not hundreds of people were waiting to read the copies the library had purchased.
This will do nicely to start reading with my lunch, I thought, as I went for lunch to the kebab place.
But after about a page of the book, I skipped to the scene where the characters realise a murder had taken place, and then I skipped to the back to find out what happened.
All in all it took me five minutes, and it only confirmed that I just cannot do suspense.
So I returned it to the library books slot approximately one hour after I issued it, which is good news for the person on the list who has been waiting.
Now I am currently reading a lovely, lovely romance I read a few years ago, on my kindle, having forgotten quite a bit of it, and I have been sneaking reads here and there on my phone, and this is the life. This is the life.
No need to skip to the end. I know they get together.
Fan-tastic!
Cover of You're Lonely When You're Dead by James Hadley Chase, published by Harlequin in 1949. "A thrilling murder mystery novel set in the glamourous locations of San Francisco and Orchid City. The story follows the head of Universal Services, Vic Malloy, who sets about investigating the murder of one of his employees."
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