Aside from not wanting to put it down, one way I know I am really enjoying a book is the same way I know I am really enjoying a vacation. I get to the halfway point and begin to worry that I have less than half to go before I’m finished. I begin to wish the book (which is, after all, a kind of vacation) were longer. Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy the book, but I keep a close eye on the diminishing number of pages left before it is all over.
That’s how I feel about The Accidental Time Machine having just passed the halfway mark.
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