My love letter still stands. I'm proud of myself for making it this far, and I still feel pretty smart for being able to follow patronymics and the histories of each person that seems to step foot into the Cancer Ward. But, to be honest, I miss reading things that are not this book.
I know there's a pay off at some point. I'm getting excited for the end. Perhaps with my Christmas break that will be here starting Thursday, it will be time to go on reading binges and finish this book.
Am I crazy for continuing to push on through? I feel like once I'm this far in a book I CANNOT give up. Have you ever given up on a book?