How often do you find yourself enjoying a great book, turning the pages dying to know what happens next, only to look up and see it is 2am. Do you stop reading? Wait until the end of the chapter and put it away? Or are you like me.

You start to bargain with yourself… half an hour more. You should be able to at least find out what happens when she sees what he did.

At 2:45… they are kissing and making up… you can’t stop there! You will just finish the chapter. You don’t wear much makeup and that is what red lights are for!

3:10 rolls around… okay so the clothes really, really don’t have to be ironed.

3:37… you are so close to the end. And hey you look great in a ponytail.

4:20… the book would be done by now but the grovel – was the best – it called for a few rereads. Or that could be your mind blurring pages due to lack of sleep.

5:00… you jump as the alarm goes off. Slam it off to finish the last few pages.

And then close the book with a happy sigh and figure out how the hell you are going to stay awake to get to work, learn how to sleep with your eyes open and make it home. Oddly enough I very rarely regret those books. Of course I am something of an insomniac and tend to be awake at odd times and often am awake a day or so in a row.

I hate to stop a good book. And can bargain with myself for all sorts of things to give myself a few more minutes. Just to get to the next page. Just to see what happens next. Only to get to where they find each other again or….

So what was the last book to keep you up all night reading? What was the worst bargain you ever made with yourself for more time. Did you regret? Did you learn your lesson? Or are you like me, finding yourself doing it a couple of nights later?