There are a million other things I should be doing with my time...cleaning my house, riding my motorcycle, cooking my family dinner, talking to my Mother on the phone. But I can't. I just....can't. There are too many good books to read.
At first I really didn't like this short story. Then I loved it. And then it was over, just when it was getting really good.
The beginning showed me more damage then I wanted, the middle frustrated me and made me so angry and the coming together of the two main characters was beautiful.