I used to love a good book. I loved perusing the library shelves to see what hidden treasures I could find. I constantly asked my friends what good books they'd read. I looked on Amazon to see where the goods were.
Until. A couple months ago my friend suggested a book for a group of us to read (a book group, get it?) I'll be honest, I wasn't exactly taken. It sounded SO lame! She tried telling us about all the people who loved it but just the sound of it...
The Hunger Games?
That had lameness written all over it (this conclusion I made without even knowing what the book was about. Sorry, Kristen, I'll never doubt you again!). Except when I opened it, read the first page, and could barely put it down. It was for sure one of the most intriguing books I'd ever read in my life. The good news for me was we were on vacation. I had plenty of time to read and Dave loved having full control of the cable.
If you've read the book you're well aware that it, as well as the next book in the series, have a long waiting list at the library. I just recently got the second book, Catching Fire. Well, I'm not on vacation and that was a big problem. I wanted to read it all day. Forget the dishes! Forget the laundry! I only wanted to read. I would casually bring it with me when I sat on the floor to read the children their books and as soon as I finished, I would open it up. If I was still on the floor I was still entertaining them, right? I mean, it's not like I laid in bed and read it. Until the last night when I was almost done reading it so I asked Dave if he wouldn't mind me keeping the light on for a bit. Luckily he fell into a deep sleep and I don't think he was bothered as I stayed up until almost 2 am finishing the book.
I realized I cannot again read a book that engaging until my children move out of the house. And I have a housekeeper.
Until then, please send any mediocre book suggestions my way.
Now she's Nine Months
9 months ago