I've been reading The Pact by Jennifer Sturman, a chicklit mystery. This is a book that I would normally have finished in one night, but given my schedule lately I've only been able to read in 20-30 minute chunks. For me this is not an ideal reading situation as I really want to get to the end of the book and find out who of all the potential suspects committed murder. And let me just say that pretty much the entire cast of characters could have done it at this point. So I'm a little frustrated that I don't know yet.

To compound the situation, I've been trying to break a bad habit of mine: reading the ending of a book first. I'm a big cheater when it comes to books. I usually only get about two or three chapters in before I flip to the back to assure myself that everything turns out alright in the end. I do this no matter what the book is. I know I shouldn't do it, I realize that I am robbing myself of the full reading experience, but I do it anyway. So I've been trying to break this habit, and I thought I was doing a pretty good job of breaking it. I made it through two books last week and didn't peek at the end even once. But last night I broke down and looked. I'm not proud of myself, but I couldn't take it anymore. I had to know who did it.

I am such a loser. Take my Library Diva privileges away from me.

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