On the evening of Friday the 17th, I started reading Threshold. I polished off Low Red Moon last Saturday evening around sunset. This morning, about 0045, I finished Daughter Of Hounds.
Dammit, that was over too soon.
To me, that's when you know you're reading a great read; when you notice the part of the book in your right hand is noticeably slimmer than that in your left, and you slow down as much as you can to stretch out the magic of the story.
As the ever-wise PhlegmFatale once pointed out, that's a wonderful metaphor for life when you think about it. :)
I'll get around to an actual review-type post here before too long...