Unputdownable

I got a book for Christmas, and I couldn’t put it down,

But it wasn’t by a writer of spectacular renown.

The plot was never gripping, and the characters weren’t great.

The illustrations, truth be told, were rather second rate.

I didn’t like the paper, and the binding looked quite cheap,

Yet still this book prevented me from drifting into sleep.

So why did I not put it down? This little puzzle still lingers.

It’s very simple, really. I had glue upon my fingers!

© Stephen Whiteside   10.01.2015