Waste of time

I refuse to say that reading ever is waste of time, but now I must say so. Six hundred and fifty pages of a mystery that was so well written that I couldn't put it down, even though I didn't like the characters, not the spoken language, and not the nonexistent expertise of the author whenever he spoke of horses. I spent a whole night and a whole day just to get to the end. Luckily reading an e-book goes fast, so now I can turn off the reader, and get some sleep - I have dentist tomorrow. :-(

Correction: coffee never is waste of time ;-))