Romans & histoires 36 Hours Book

"Won't this take a longer period, than the first idea of you, selecting by yourself?" "I doubt so. If I select by myself, I will want to take my time, so there will be no mistake. Taking my time means it will exceed 40 hours, and there is not enough duration right now, roughly 25 hours left." His lips twisted into a frown, but her reason seemed plus-able. After-all, he was the one who was going to be spending days with her, and he needed someone bearable.

How had he managed to quietly manipulate me over these last six months? As I finished my reading, I closed my book, set it down on my lap and stared at the cover once again: The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, by Anne Rice. I looked over at the clock radio and squinted to read the time- 2:43 a.m. 'Could that be right? Had I stayed up nearly all night to finish this book?

I went there excited to see the other side of the world, but glad that at the end of the day I'd be coming back home. It was just going to be 36 hours spent in England, and then we'd make our way back. 1 night. 36 hours. 2 160 minutes. 129 600 seconds. All gone by with a blink of an eye and a click of a finger, thrusting me into a world many believe to be fairy tale.