Drama rarely sticks around for a whole book. And I can't believe the solution took me so long to think of!
*slaps self in forehead, and it hurts more than usual since a few days ago I whacked my head into a clotheshorse.
Laundry is dangerous. Consider yourselves warned.*
You know it.
Read really really fast.
He stuck around to the end of 'These are my Hands'.
Then he brought me three more books to read.
So - no more commentary, no more 'ooh doesn't he look happy' or 'what colour is her shirt?'
I may have a little purist on my hands.
Or maybe he's just impatient.
*pretends not to know where Drama could have picked up either of those traits*