I’m trying to get back into reading. I was always a big reader…until blogging came around. Once I started getting into the whole internet blogging blogosphere thing, my late night reading became, well…visiting blogs, reading prolific posts and commenting…sometimes(only if I can add to the conversation or be REALLY obnoxious).
I’ve read a few books, here and there, over the last few years. Nothing too major. I tried reading Atlas Shrugged to no avail. I lost interest, probably because I saw something shiny or I forgot…ADD and epic long books don’t seem to mesh well for me. So, my 8th grade son is reading it instead. He keeps bragging about it and throwing in my face how good he thinks it is and that I’m such a lazy butt for giving up reading it.
Whatever. Let him be intellectual, it’s a better look on him than me.
I decided to try to get into some of the “newer” popular books. I excitedly bought myself “Eat, Pray, Love” while I was at Sam’s Club a couple of weeks ago. I figured that I should prepare myself for the movie, after all, I’m TOTALLY going to see it. Julia Roberts is one of my longtime favorites.
I can’t get past Italy. In real life, I wouldn’t mind being stuck in Rome. But, this is a book. I’m not going to torture myself with it any longer. I’m not going to India or whichever other “I” place she goes to. I’m giving up on it, shutting it, placing it in a ups envelope and sending it to a friend of mine.
A friend saw my tweet about the issues I was having with reading “Eat, Pray, Love” and took pity upon a poor girl in need of a good book. She sent me a care package with “The Help” as the premiere read. I was thrilled because I’ve been hearing such incredible things about it. I’ve been seeing women walking on the treadmill at the health club and reading it at the same time…which, I SO don’t get how people can read and walk at the same time, especially at sort of high walking speeds. But anyways… I’m bored to tears. I like how it’s written, she is a great writer. But the story? I fall asleep the minute I pick it up.
I’m starting to think there is something wrong with me.
I need more excitement. More intrigue. More fantasy. Suspense. And some good sex thrown in. It IS summer, after all. And what screams summer than a great book with mind blowing sex.
Any suggestions my friends?