So, last night ... wait, let me be more accurate ...
So, in the wee hours of this morning, I started wondering if I am in control of my reading. I know that I have a kid that gets up at a certain time and yet, there I was, finishing a book when I should have been sleeping. Of course I've been doing this even before he was born. When I read a compelling book, I just can't set it down. This happens a lot with youth fiction -- probably because they are always moving forward the narrative and you feel like you are stopping right before they serve up some juicy tidbit. More than once I have decided to read before bed only to find myself many hours later watching Harry walk back into the house at Privet Drive for the summer holidays. Sometimes I will close the book at a late but acceptable hour and then lie awake in bed, wondering about the story, until I sneak out to the couch and flick on the light and dive back in.
Is this a common problem? Do you also find yourself at four in the morning, closing the book after the last page and falling asleep exhausted but satisfied? Or am I not in control?
Suffering from my nocturnal habits,