Brodi Ashton's book Everneath, when I got home from work yesterday. I started it after listening to the Authors' Advisory Conference Call last night, which is hosted by Robin Weeks. It's because of Robin that I had this opportunity to read the book.
I read until a reasonable hour, though I kept thinking about the story. When I woke at 2 a.m. and couldn't go back to sleep (because I was thinking about the story), I tried to go back to sleep. But I kept thinking about the dang story, so I finally gave up and got up.
I loved it. I won't say more now, but I've got to have my own copy. Why is January so far away?
I am going to be so worthless at work today.