I did it again. Pulled an all-nighter. I wasn’t partying or working or studying. I was reading a Nora Roberts novel. It’s a compulsion. When the pub dates are posted, I mark my calendar.
This time, it was The Last Boyfriend, the second installment of The Inn Boonsboro Trilogy. A few weeks ago, it was the big stand-alone, The Witness. I read so fast; I read them twice. After all, I don’t want to miss anything.
Why all night? Why Nora Roberts? She makes me turn the page.