I hate when I am in the middle of a good book and then I have to stop reading to do something lame like sleep or eat…
I finished reading Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult a few minutes ago and it left me distraught. I really feel like my heart has been broken.
It was a really good book. It was a little hard getting used to the constant shift in perspectives but once I got the flow of it, it was a breeze.
The book moved me, I guess.
I am going to look up some other books by her, any recommendations?
