Over the last few days I’ve been doing things in extremes. I ate an entire bag of Teddy Grahams in one sitting, I placed 7 online shopping orders before finishing my morning coffee, and I donated 2 garbage bags full of old clothes to the nearest thrift store on a whim. (Okay.. so those last two mayyyy have been correlated..)
Among my recent binges was Joan Didion’s Play It As It Lays. I started it Saturday night once the kids I was babysitting fell asleep. I planned on reading a few chapters before setting an alarm and having a nap (seriously, is there a better a single job than babysitting?) except a few chapters led to a few more and before I knew it there weren’t any left.
As I fought my drooping eyelids and the tired taste on the back of my tongue (does anyone else get that?), I felt like an 8 year old again — negotiating my lights out time to cram in a few more pages. I still can’t tell if it was the writing itself or the general screwed-up plot that kept me so invested, but regardless I couldn’t put it down so I would deem Didion’s work a success.
Now I know what you’re thinking: how ever will I go on without the anticipation of more compelling chapters?! Well luckily I have some serious online shopping orders to look forward to.