I’m already looking forward to going home tonight, and not just for the fact that I’ll be, erm, going home. I’ve only got about 30 pages left of the book I’m reading, and I’ll have that finished on the train/Tube as I make my way back to southwest London.
My issue is that I think it’s going to be a very, very sad ending. I think that I might save it until I get home and read it there, just in case it’s too sad and I get the sniffles in public. It’s not the done thing to be seen that way, etc, etc.
It was sad enough on the way into work this morning, reading the chunk which leads up to the concluding chapters. God knows what this last part is going to be like!
FWIW, the book is The Time Traveller’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. It’s brilliant, and I’ll write a proper review once I’ve finished it. And maybe dried my eyes.
