For some reason all of this - simply thoughts in my head that made my heart race - made it very difficult for me to get to sleep. I had "I Eat Cannibal" playing in my head (man!), it was too hot, Boo's fur was tickling my nose, Worthy Opponent was breathing on me. I kicked off a quilt, then then the comforter, then turned off the heater, tossed back and forth, then finally grabbed a blanket and slept on the couch. Of course I dropped like a stone and woke up at 6 AM with all sorts of cramps from not being able to stretch out properly. Ultimately, I wound up in at work late-ish again because of sleeping until 8 AM, and to top it off I look like crap, with fab bags under my eyes.
I was convinced by my brother to give up on Ricardo Pinto's "The Chosen." This quote by Dorothy Parker sums up his review:
"This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force."
This frees me to devote my time to "Kushiel's Chosen," which I'm enjoying far more! I'm also thinking about joining Chris's SF book club ...