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.
It was running 3.5 to 4 stars for most of the book. Mostly because of trying to read the Essex accent. It's kinda a pet peeve of mine to have accents literally spelled out in writing. But whatever because the last bit? That very last bit? Oh my fuckin' gawd! It made everything else absolutely golden!