If you haven’t read Lemon Tart, by Josi S. Kilpack, Do it! Do it now!
I had just under one hour to sit down and read something inspirational in my holey sweats. There next to me sat Lemon Tart and the cover looked so delicious…I love lemons, so I grabbed it. “Only one chapter,” I told myself. I had already finished chapter one, so I thought I could read chapter two and set it down.
I was so, so wrong. Sadie Hoffmiller and her curious ways had me hooked.
11:30 p.m. was drawing near, but I was only at chapter twenty-nine, curse my slow reading! My husband told me if I didn’t stop reading at the next chapter, I was doomed to finish the book and deprive myself of much needed sleep. He was right. I sneered at him as I closed the cover of the book and slinked into bed, clutching the book close to my chest. (I know, I’m so dramatic.)
As I lay in bed with the book next to my head, I thought, “Just one more, just one more chapter. I can put it down. I can quit. Everyone’s doing it…why not me?” Yes my friends *head hung low*, temptation pulled me in. I read till midnight.
I had to close the book then, but thoughts of Sadie filled my mind. Would she find out who did it? What about Trevor, where was he? Would she make some more of those delicious brownies (recipe on page 165) that I so yearned for?
I though over my activities for the next day and sat up in bed shaking my fist. “Curse you Sadie Hoffmiller! Why do you have to be written so well?” If she were drivel, I could totally ignore her calling to me in my sleep, “One more chapter Carolyn, you are so close to the end, plus, the chapters are short and easy to read. You can survive on two hours of sleep, come on girl!”
I made it through the night, barely. The next morning I rushed my kids out the door, listened as the Ting Tings taunt me on my treadmill, threw some clothes in the wash - not bothering to check if they were dark colors or white (you gotta love pink undies), and picked up Josi's excellently written book.
With a sigh of fulfillment, I closed the cover, stood up and placed my hands on my hips in a Wonder woman pose, exclaiming, “Josi S. Kilpack, you are my literary hero!”
But alas, I read the first chapter to the next book…Oh when, oh when will it be out in paperback?