So tell me again, why do I buy books? I could just as easily save money by checking books out from the library (as this would prove my mother absolutely right, you’re not allowed to tell her that I might finally see her point – thankfully, she’s not prone to surfing the Web, either), although with gas prices the way they are it might cost more just to drive to the library because it is farther from my house than the mall. Mom used to complain that it was pointless to buy me books because I would have them read in a day; ten books from our weekly trip to the CR Public Library would last me about three days followed by four days of whining about “having nothing to read.” I think she was relieved when I graduated to books longer than sixty pages because they lasted longer.
Back to my point. I picked up two “easy” reads because my little brain was swimming after reading Beloved (I also knitted quite a bit to get Sethe out of my system). Our little group at BN is reading Bitter is the New Black: Confessions of a Condescending, Egomaniacal, Self-Centered Smartass, Or, Why You Should Never Carry a Prada Bag to the Unemployment Office by Jen Lancaster (yes, that is the whole title) for May so that was book #1 and then I snagged I Was Told There’d be Cake by Sloane Crosley which I’d been eyeballing for some time. Give you three guesses to figure out how long it took me to read Lancaster’s book….give up? FOUR HOURS total. That’s it. This is why my mother is right and you can’t tell her – I bought a book and finished it in only four hours (I also read about half of the Crosley, too, during that time). Maybe I should have checked it out from the library instead….nah, I hate how library books make my bag smell like old glue. And besides, bookaholism can’t be cured by just going to the library (the local library is also undergoing renovations and has yet to lure me in to apply for a card).
Bitter is the New Black was a good book and I’ll have to pick up the next two (Bright Lights, Big Ass : A Self-Indulgent, Surly, Ex-Sorority Girl’s Guide to Why it Often Sucks in the City, or Who are These Idiots and Why Do They All Live Next Door to Me? and Such a Pretty Fat : One Narcissist’s Quest To Discover if Her Life Makes Her Ass Look Big, Or Why Pie is Not The Answer) because the writing style is really engaging. Even though Lancaster is a self-described condescending hag, I do identify with her (there are many days where I was thinking the EXACT same thing she said to someone in her book but I didn’t say anything for fear that my grandmother would appear and haunt me to death) and I was righteously pissed off that no one would hire her. For anything. Because I’ve had people hint that I’m overqualified for a job (working at the bookstore is a good example; by the way, newsflash, ALL of us working at the bookstore are overqualified to work there). As if being overqualified somehow ranked higher than the need to eat and find shelter.
Thank you to Netflix for allowing unlimited Instant Viewing – it helps with the insomnia because I can watch movies in bed now.
Current book-in-progress: I Was Told There’d be Cake, The Black City, Villette, and The Shakespeare Wars
Current knitted item: Pretty red scarf
Current movie obsession: I finished Enchanted (really cute movie, Disney actually has a sense of humor, but I wanted to slap Amy Adams after a while because the crazy, wide-eyed cartoon thing gets kind of old in live action shots), watched the Timothy Dalton-Zelah Clarke Jane Eyre (gets the award for most bland ending ever, although kudos for making Timothy Dalton look beat-up for once), A Midsummer Night’s Dream (with the awesome Helen Mirren as Titania), and Clash of the Titans for variety (still a good movie even though the effects look super dated now); Sweeny Todd is sitting in the DVD player right now (mmmmm, Johnny Depp)
Current iTunes loop: John Mayer (I’m trying to will spring to appear)