Book Memories- Reading My First Thriller

Have you ever read one of those books that kept you on the edge of your seat? A book that you couldn't put down, but had to, because you it was getting so intense? Well, The Firm was that book for me. At the time I read it, this book was considered a thriller. I doubt it would be these days, but back then it was. For a girl who's book choices consisted mostly of fiction, this was a genre that was new to me. I was excited to read it. I looked forward to it and was immediately pulled in once I started it. Looking back, I should've picked a book my husband hadn't read first. Poor guy would have gotten more sleep.

Before I go any further I should probably tell you a couple of things: 1. I'm a wuss when it comes to thrillers. (As you're about to see.) 2. At the time I read I The Firm, my husband had a job that involved lots of driving and decently early mornings. I'm sorry, honey- still.

I was instantly sucked into the story. John Grisham tells a great story set in the legal world. This was the first book of his I had read and it's still one of my favorites. It's about a lawyer who signs on with a big firm and learns the hard way all that glitters isn't gold. Once the story got further along and things began to happen my heart raced right along with the main character's. I was constantly calling my husband- while he was at work and often busy- trying to figure out if everything was going to be OK. While he was sleeping in the middle of the night, I'd wake him up when things got really intense because I couldn't take it. During the scenes that involved the dog, I was panic stricken and HAD to know the dog would be OK. Poor guy was rustled out of sleep or interrupted while working by his frantic wife who needed to take Xanax if I was going to keep reading this book.

One scene in particular comes to mind. The main character and his wife were secretly making copies of information. The bad guys were hot on their trail. I was pacing the house as I read this. I would put the book down to breathe, then go right back to it. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore! I believe this was one of the numerous times I woke him up in the middle of the night. Oops.

By the time I finished the book, both of us were exhausted and glad it was done. I'm happy to say I've gotten much better at reading John Grisham books. My husband no longer gets disturbed an odd hours or when he's working. Fiction is still my preferred genre, but I like a good legal thriller. Just as long as someone I know has read it first.