Getting lost in books . . . . Traveling through stories . . . . Becoming “friends” with main characters . . . . I love to read. It is a hobby I’ve enjoyed all of my life.
Since becoming a mom, though, my time to read is quite precious, so I’ve struggled to find a good fit with fiction. I’ve read plenty of nonfiction (parenting book, anyone?), but I don’t want any overly predictable fluff, I don’t want to cry, and I don’t want to be so annoyed at the ending that I throw the book across the room.
Enter a dear friend lending me her new copy of Dan Brown’s Inferno.
I’ve only had it for a couple of days and am already more than half-way through it. The story line is predictable in that Robert Langdon is running for his life within the first few chapters…
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