9 months, 3 days and untold numbers of espressos later and I've finished Extreme Su Doku: Bk. 2, by Wayne Gould
I can't remember how long book 1 took me, but I now have book 3 at the ready.
These Sudoku books have become a part of my life over the past couple of years. There's a wonderful meditative quality when my mind is so occupied, that for the duration I'm no longer thinking about anything else - fears, concerns and anxieties are nudged out the way. It's almost become another form of self medication, only with less harmful side effects.
However, because it's usually to hand, especially around coffee time, these books also become notepads.
So along with jottings of which numbers might go where, endless scribbles of shopping lists, things to do, phone numbers, blog ideas and philosophical concepts also end up in the margins.
Before I can throw an old Sudoku book away, it has to be meticulously gone through and any important information needs to be transferred to a different scrap of paper, to be put in a pile, lost, briefly refound and placed in another important pile, lost again, then rediscovered 2 years later when it is no longer relevant.
I'm trying not to think about the fact Wayne Gould doesn't seem to have written a 4th book in the series...