You’ve just brought home a new book. Maybe you bought it, maybe it’s a library book, maybe you received it as a gift. But regardless, you pour yourself a drink and settle in to begin reading. Absent-mindedly, you reach for your drink and are astonished to find it suddenly gone warm and flat. In a moment, you realize what’s happened. You were so engrossed in the book that an hour or two passed in what seems like only a few moments. DESPERATE SOULS did that to me today.