Anyway, I’m a fast reader and can generally knock over a book in a couple of days so I keep checking to see how far through it I’ve got but I never seem to make much progress. It’s sort of like swimming really fast but just treading water.
Or, like a never-ending pack of TimTams. (They had an ad once where a woman found an old lamp, rubbed it, a genie popped out and granted her three wishes. One was a never-ending pack of TimTams- all in all a good wish.)
I am enjoying the book, maybe not as much as a pack of TimTams, and while I do enjoy it when I pick it up, really, I think it needs to be edited down a bit. Surely that amount of detail is not necessary. Afterall, how much insight can someone less than 10 really have? And I’m only reading it because a girl I tutor is studying it at school. (I think it’s a bit of an ask to assign it to Year 10’s though.) In a moment of weakness I agreed to read it so I could help her, but only if she actually read it too - like she’s meant too. I bet I’m the only one who keeps her side of the bargain.
Right, 6 chapters to go.