According to the review slip, this book has been on my in tray since autumn 1991. I have always regarded it in the same way as I do those clips of footballers getting horrible injuries in which their foot ends up facing in the wrong direction... Horrible but slightly compelling.
Except this nightmare story runs to over 600 pages.
Should I commit to reading it before May 6? Perhaps I will track my progress using the ReadMore app I have just downloaded to my iPhone - makes reading sound like an exercise routine, with some scary personal training urging me to 'enter the zone' or some such enticement.
Shall I? Me, who feels nauseous when the train goes through Grantham station....
Oh, go on then.
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