I really didn’t enjoy reading while traveling, and quite frankly, I really didn’t enjoy books – I mean, the last thing I read on an airplane was White Girl Problems – that was until I recently read Seven Minutes by Gary Adrian Randall cover to cover in one sitting. Unfortunately, this one sitting was not on a plane to an exotic far away vacation, but if I was, this gripping read would make the trip itself seem like seven minutes.
I believe that a good travel read must have the following features: the perfect length to ward off any onset of attention deficit disorder, suspenseful enough to make me want to pick the book back up and continue reading after a bathroom break/suspenseful enough to make me not want to take a bathroom break, and scandalous enough to make me not feel like I’m an Amish child because I’m actually reading a book. Seven Minutes fits all of these criteria.
Did Gary Adrian Randall just convert me to a…person who likes reading?! I think I might start a book club.
See for yourself how i was converted, and get your digital or hard copy at www.seven-minutes.net.
