Again. (Still No Spoilers)

I just finished it again. I thought it best to reread it in case there was anything I missed when I read it the first time.

I'd hoped that there would be someone to talk about it by now. I talked to Megan yesterday, but she said she wouldn't have a chance to pick it up until today. She should be finished by tomorrow, so I'll be able to talk to her about it when I get home from work.

I'd thought it possible that Julie might have finished it by the time I saw her today, but she was only part way through it. She has assured me that next week we'll be able to have a good discussion about it.

So now I'll go put it away for a while. I must not lose sight of the fact that there are more things to do in life than read the same books again and again, no matter how much they draw me in.

This brings me to a bit of an interesting question - Why is it that I can easily suspend my sense of disbelief when I'm reading a book, but I cannot do the same nearly as well when I'm watching a movie?