somewhere around chapter 14, my brain flew out of my skull, ran down the hallway, and curled up in the fetal position in the middle of my bed. since i couldn’t do much more copyediting without it, i followed.

i figured 14 chapters in one weekend is more than enough, and maybe i’ll slide by a day, but such is life. my editing skills were deteriorating, so it was probably wise to call it day.

so, i climbed into bed with The Time Traveler’s Wife. i started this book late last week, and now that i’m around page 240, i can admit i’m completely charmed by this story of the artist and her time-traveling library boy. the concept is just so damn original i want to gnaw off my own foot in a fit of pure jealousy. i have a sneaking suspicion that this might just be a high-concept romance novel, but at the moment i don’t care a bit. right now i’m so enamoured with clare and henry that i can’t see this book going wrong.

and, to prove my ADD point, i’ve just spent the last hour and a half reading the book. the only reason i got out of bed is because i had to go to the bathroom.