Lesson Learned: When Darrell gets into a book, he really gets into it. Granted, I'm not exactly the person to point fingers on this issue.... But still. It's a little bit extreme (for him especially!) to come home from volleyball at 9:00 (which he went to straight from work for the record), shower, and then immediately pull out his book. He didn't even bat an eye when I pulled two shopping bags filled with 24 bottles of Woodchuck Fall Cider out of my car, brought them into the living room where he was reading, and proceeded to repackage them into a different bag so my parents can take them to my sister this weekend. No questions, no raised eyebrows, nothing. Sigh.
I guess this is what I get for literally pushing the book into his hands and telling him that he absolutely must read this book because it is so good. At least I'm validated in knowing that he doesn't think I'm lying about how good the book is.
For the record, the book in question is Chickenhawk by Robert Mason. It's a true-life account of the Vietnam War as told by a helicopter pilot--super intense!
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