In One Sitting

I'd hit my social limit for the evening when I wandered into the closet of a kitchen of my friend's house and found her and her boyfriend, sitting on the floor next to the sink, shoulder-to-shoulder, with their legs stretched out in front of them in enviable meaningful conversation.  I was intruding, this much I knew. 

But the room I left was initiating a nerf gun war, which was so far beyond my energy level that I braced myself to just walk out entirely when I stopped.

"Is that your copy of A Fault in Our Stars?"  I asked my friend.  I'd seen it countless times in the bookstore, tempting me.  But a teenage book about someone dying of cancer could be really really good or really really bad, which, given my current job-hunting state, I couldn't justify finding out on my own dime.  

"Yes.  It's wonderful and sad. I read it in one sitting.  You can borrow it if you like."

And so I did.  A wonderful read.  I enjoyed the experience of diving into a fictional world as much as the delicious experience of giving myself the time to read it in one sitting.

And then I went back the next day and read through my favorite parts all over again.

Thank you for friends who forgive the awkward.