It's your fault that I'm bleary eyed on a week day. It started innocently enough. I bought a copy of "Anansi Boys" for my 14 yo son. He finished it and left it lying around the living room. I couldn't help myself. I picked it up and cracked the cover.
Turning the pages, I told myself, "just one more chapter, then I'll head to bed".
I finally finished the story at 1 am.
Now I have to function on 5 hours of sleep and it's all your fault, Neil Gaiman.
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