I’m in the middle of reading this series about the zombie apocalypse, and I should have known it would be poor reading before bed. I can drink coffee and fall asleep like it’s my job, but zombie gore gives me fitful dreams. So I thought, oh, writing, of course, that’ll get the adrenaline down. Not likely.
I tore through Book Three tonight in one sitting. It’s that engaging. I have but my boyfriend to thank, for his is the golden library card that allows me to borrow books like this one, and this one and this one. The part of Glenview we live in doesn’t collect taxes for any library, so we simply don’t get to apply for cards, even to Glenview Public Library. It’s a stupid beaurocracy we live in. And in these uncertain times, it’s fortunate to have someone in one’s life who understands the need for zombie graphic novels and borrowed cookbooks.
