It is. But since James Morrison isn't going to turn up on the doorstep batting his eyelashes at me, I'll just have to go to bed early with a fairly interesting biography of Joseph Conrad. "Heart of Darkness," and so on.
I had a co-worker I really liked. She was funny, and quick with a pun. We often met in the break room, and I always knew when she was fighting with her beau...she’d pull out a paperback, wave it in front of me and say, “Now it’s time to read a trashy novel!”