I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)
This made me stop reading, right after I picked this up:
"The lyrics of that first song coiled the bitter sweetness of nostalgic regret round my brain, like chains anchoring me to the prison of my past."
I am not a big fan of pseudo-poetic metaphores and flowery prose.
And so I'll give this one a pass.