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.
I returned this after listening for about an hour. Hearing every single detail of every action, every thought...every name of every piece of equipment in his pack. I just couldn't take it any more. I was going to cry blood.