I’m currently reading The Courteous Cad by Catherine Palmer. Perfect light read for escaping into another world while the MRT rush hour crowd ambushes you from all sides. I read it before bed, too, propped up on fluffy pillows, a glass of water beside me, the lamp burning bright. After a few pages I’m zonked out. It’s either that cozy or the book is a snoozefest.
Whatever the reason, I’m blaming the book for skipping my evening antibiotics several nights now.
I’ll let you know how it turns out. If I actually get to the end of the book, and if I accomplish my week-long prescription.