A real-life one act play from this past weekend:[Late at night.  I am in bed, reading with a tiny book light so as not to disturb my husband, who is wisely sleeping.  He rolls over]Husband: The book is that good?Me: Hmmmm? (distracted “I’m reading mumble”- he is well acquainted)Husband:  The book.  It’s really good?Me:  So good!  If I had this book when I was 10 or 11, I would have been up past midnight reading