Finished my book. I'm such a slow reader. Remember the time Berger told Carrie he could not date a slow reader? Well, I'm way, way slower than that it actually hurts. My husband reads his novels faster than a speeding bullet. Not actually that fast, but you get the drift. I don't even skim through beauty or fashion magazines. Or textbooks. I reckon I could minimise my downloads of Philippine entertainment portals. Not totally stop, just lessen it a bit so that my hippocampus would not be filled with too much crap.
And since I have turned the last page, I get to drop by Waterstone this afternoon.
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