I just finished reading Audrey Niffenegger's new book, Her Fearful Symmetry -- a rush of reading at the end of a long day, not what I should've done, but I wanted to get back to the story after our last little trip to DC. (We are done traveling now for a while, incidentally).

And now I need to stay up to figure it out, somehow. I feel...unsatisfied, interested, like I read the last bit too fast.

And also shocked at how far into the book I got, how absorbed. It was the same way with Oscar Wao, over the summer. I should read novels more. Perhaps then I could come to handle plot, twists, characters, without getting so completely wrapped up? It's sort of wonderful, though, and maybe the way I've always read. I think I fell into books as a kid, lost the hours. Reading history for my work is so wholly different.

Sigh, internets. What was the last book that kept you up late one night?