The Case of the Good Book

I love a good mystery, and even more than that I love a good book. So, heaven for me is when I get to read to my heart's content and watch a jolly good murder mystery. This week has been heaven. Even though, Miss L is already on holidays I managed to read not 1 but 3, yes three good book's this week. Then Friday TV provided a good Miss Marple mystery ( I adore Agatha Christie - murder mystery in a book!) and last night was an episode of Midsomer Murder. All in all an exceedingly good week me thinks. And not a stitch of crafting done! I really felt like the lady of leisure indulging my reading and tv self so much in one week. The only problem being that after three good reads there is a lot of pressure on the next book to be good. I will know within the first page or two. Like my third book this week, (A Place Called Here by Cecila Ahern) when I read the back cover it seemed okay, but as soon as I had read that first page I was hooked. Dinner waited and waited. Miss L's bedtime came, and went. I read and I read and I read until R pleaded for the light to be switched off so he could get some sleep. As soon as I woke this morning I picked it up and the day breezed by until I finished it in the early afternoon. There is such joy in reaching the end of a good book, having lived the story and been completely oblivious to my surroundings. But as soon as I close the cover I get antsy. Coming back into the real world can be a sharp jolt to the senses and I often then feel crestfallen that little cocoon of story is gone. It wouldn't be so bad if there was a good murder mystery to watch tonight but alas, no such luck. I have several prospective books by my bedside, and I'm anxious that one of them will have the hook. So once again I can drift off into another world.....