
Please post links to your DIK Reading Challenge submission in the comments of this post. (through 3/31/10 11:59pm)
Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you.
Buttercup: But how can you be sure?
Westley: This is true love - you think this happens every day?
"And you do look gorgeous when you are mad. I'll squeeze you again-there-just to see if you will really get mad. You have no idea how charming you were that day at Twelve Oaks when you were mad and throwing things."
"Oh please, won't you forget that?"
"No, it is one of my most priceless memories-a delicately nurtured Southern belle with her Irish up-You are very Irish, you know."
"If you will thank me," he replied, "let it be for yourself alone. That the wish of giving happiness to you might add force to the other inducements which led me on, I shall not attempt to deny. But your family owe me nothing. Much as I respect them, I believe I thought only of you."
None of them had understood that my moments of sweetness were pure ophorium. Everything that they seemed to love about me came from the needles they detested. The man they desired was an illusion, an ugly stone made briefly beautiful by a trick of the light. In their own ways, each of them had fallen as deeply in love with my addiction as I had.
The wall clock chimed out a popular tune every half hour, and steadily I grew to hate it. I had nothing to do but wait and brood over the disassembly of that happy little clock.
The only thing that truly pleased me was the prospect of escaping the waiting room before that clock went off again.
My name is Kris and I am a Chronic Reader Of Endings.
I know it's a bad habit, but I can't help myself, especially
(a) when it's so friggin’ obvious where a story is heading that I want to see if I guessed it right, and
(b) when the story is complete and utter shite and I want to see if there is any reason why I shouldn't just stop wasting my time and put the book in the pile for the secondhand bookstore straight away.
Thankfully reading ebooks has meant that I’m unable to get to the end very easily. That is, I generally have to use two hands to co-ordinate, which requires me to put down the glass of wine I'm holding. Not going to happen.
With a print book, however, there is no chance in hell that I will resist. I can literally count on one hand the number of books I’ve read that I haven’t flicked to the end.
I kid you not. I am that bad.
What about you? Are you a goody two shoes or an impatient cow total rebel like me?
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