The last time I devoured a book, to my shame was The Twilight Saga, staying up way too late, snatching chapters while chopping veg, stirring a pot or having a wee !
But this book, this book I. Could. Not. Put. Down.
Everything else had to wait.
I had already read Child 44, Agent 6 and The Secret Speech, all Tom Rob Smith's other books, enjoying the insight into Russia and it's ways, the intrigue and suspicion of life behind the Iron Curtain.
The Farm set in England and Sweden, showing the authors own heritage, had me completely drawn into it's pages, unsure of where I was being taken, what to believe or how this dark tale would end.
I lost hours.
Fed my family, pizza and oven chips.
Forgot to get the washing in when it rained and left the next load in the machine for a day !
So I am shocked to discover that not only have I finished the book ( 2 days ) but Oscar's socks are also nearly done ( just over a week )
And the Barbara Erksine, I was going to start from last week, lasted less than three chapters, yawn ! yawn !