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I’ve done practically nothing in leisure except read all week. A Suitable Boy, of course. I have not enjoyed a book more in ages. The only improvement would have been to divide it into volumes so I could carry it on the subway, it being a bit bulky to handle with one hand.

When I wasn’t reading the book, I was looking up references on the internet. I had to look up dhoti and kurta among other things, then, of course, I thought about whether I could get away with wearing them. Probably not. Waistlines would definitely be less of an issue, however.

Usually, if I am within fifty pages of the end of a book, I cannot put it down and will read until I’m done, no matter how near to bedtime I am. In a book this size and this good, I hit that point somewhere between 150 and 100 pages from the end. Not good, since I hit it about 11:15 or so. I finished the book anyway, and would do it again—and probably will.

It was 1:10 am when I went to bed, quite satisfied.

And I got up at 5:35. And napped on the sofa from 5:40 to 6:10, but still made it to work by 7:45.