Have you ever got butterflies in your stomach after reading a book. I got it. I could not have a wink of sleep after reading Tess Garrison's " Body Double", ever since after "Outbreak" by Robin Cook which I read when I was fifteen or sixteen. The book by Ms Garrison was brilliant and had exciting twists and turns. She was so vivid in her craft that you could have an easy imagination of what she really meant. It's suspense was blood cuddling. The book was too brilliant that it scared the life out of me.
I am always anxious to read the next book when I finishes one. But now it seems as if I need a break. Did you ever feel as I have felt and what did you do to overcome that?