I brought along a couple of novels with me for reading in the holiday week, both borrowed from the library at work. I'm now thinking I should have packed a third since I've raced through Ian McEwan's The Innocent, and am in danger of finishing it before the night is over.
Now reading a particularly grisly segment involving a couple cutting up a body in order to dispose of it and escape a murder charge. It's McEwan at his best. Completely convincing in every detail - and managing here not to seem overly contrived.
It really doesn't speak well of my character that I find this kind of thing so readable (even though I have to stop for a break after every page.)
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