I have a confession to make. Sometimes, well quite often, I skip to the end of the book. Shameful; I know. Most often it is a mystery. I try really hard not to do it, but when I know I can’t finish the book in one reading, I can’t resist the temptation to peek. I tell myself the reason for this terrible lack of will power is quite noble. I simply want to see the way the author constructed the plot, weaving little clues throughout the book that eventually lead to the solution. The truth is, I can’t stand the suspense.
The rest of this story is at Laced With Grace today. Won't you come visit me there?
Blessings,
Linda
