I went to the library the other day and brought back several books, none of which I could put down. Does anyone else neglect their husband or child when in the midst of a good book? I feel guilty about it, but I'm powerless to stop it.
Last night I was in the middle of the "Moonlit Cage" when Chris tried to have a conversation with me. I handed him a magazine and told him, "not now, honey." The only good thing about it is that I'm a fast reader. So, if you are looking for amusement and a way to wile away the hours without thinking about cooking dinner (not that I spend alot of time doing that anyway), telling your husband hello, or picking up your baby-I recommend the following reads:
1. Persepolis (Parts 1 & 2)
2. Sarah's Key (if in your reading induced haze you vaguely recall having a child, this one will make you cry--I can't read about children suffering anymore after having Haven. It means something else when you are a parent)
3. The aforementioned Moonlit Cage
I have one more book to read before I can join the world of the living. If Chris ends up at your house this next week with a magazine and a blanket you will know that he was disturbing me whilst I was in the middle of my book--a sure-fire way to end up in the dog-house around here.