Bit of a quandary here: the review for this book is due imminently, and I'm struggling to get to the end of it.
I thought the perfect opportunity had presented itself when I had to take an overseas flight a couple of weeks ago. Fifteen hours each way in a plane should have been ample. The only problem is, I have a strict size limit that I take into account when I am deciding on what book gets to ride in my carry-on luggage, and this was just too chunky. So Grand Prix Century was bumped in favour of something else.
This shouldn't have presented a problem. Usually I try to ride my bike to work, but a combination of the approaching Melbourne winter and a touch of general laziness has seen me recently opting for the train - a solution that gives me plenty of time to read. But again, Grand Prix Century loses out due to its girth.
It literally won't fit into the laptop bag that I lug around the place. It's a close call, and if it were even 10 pages thinner then it would probably be a different story, but as it is, it is once again left at home on the table while some other book helps to keep my temper in check when my train gets cancelled again.