Occasionally, when it’s the middle of the afternoon and you’re supposed to be working, you get no work done at all because you can’t stop reading something.
Something like, for example, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, which you started reading because you picked it at random from the junior chapter book section of the library, where it must have been put by mistake because it’s the most un-junior-chapter-book you’ve ever read.
You start reading with no idea what the book is about, because the back of the book doesn’t say, because if it said, it would ruin the slow discovery of the first few chapters. And half way through the book, you feel like you have to tell everyone you know to read it, because it’s so well executed.
Then, at the end of the book, when you’ve accomplished no work, you find that your insides have been scraped out with a spoon.
The ending is decidedly un-junior-chapter-book.