Well, I was reading at home, late one Friday night (yes, I'm such a wild woman!)...and some loser decided he really deserved to be in possession of the money and credit cards in my wallet. And he didn't let a silly thing like a dead-bolted door get in his way - his kicked the doorframe right out of the wall.
I can't really say I was reading
during a home-invasion burglary, though, as I was too busy doing a Fay Wray imitation.
Luckily for me, the loser decided my purse was enough. Also luckily for me, I was reading a dead-tree book. Because when I was cleaning up afterward, I found it on the floor beside the door.
Yes, apparently, I'd thrown it at him. Who knew? I have no memory of it (must have been all that screaming).
