I can read a book a day but it took some serious dedication to not cooking or cleaning--or doing much else, for that matter--to finish John Dunning's Two O'clock Eastern Wartimetoday. It was over 500 pages of teeny-tiny tight-packed type, but I did it.
What a great story! In fact the story was so engrossing that I kinda stopped wondering about the mystery--which expanded to five murders--and I became fascinated with wartime radio and its details. And the love story! Everything he did, he did for her. He broke out of prison, hitch-hiked from California to Pennsylvania, hid a dead body, dug up another dead body, and solved the mystery.
Along the way he found his life's calling and rediscovered himself--and then he gave it up. For her.
Sigh. What a hero.