A couple days ago in a miniature fit of boredom, I bought myself two new books: Lucy Sullivan is Getting Married and The Mating Habits of the North American Wasp. Bad choice, as these have sufficiently distracted me from the completion of Sense and Sensibility, but I had already Wikipeadia-ed the plot of that one...oops.
LSiGM was the book I chose to start from, because I am a firm believer in delayed gratification (when appropriate) and wanted to hold off on TMHofNAW. Bad choice, for two reasons: 1) I told mommy about the second book and she has now hijacked it, and 2) I cannot STAND the main character of LSiGM. I want to jump in the book and smack her up a bit. She lets every other character walk all over her, and I am pretty sure I already figured out the ending of this book.
I want to like this book. It has a super cute premise and when I bought it I really had high hopes. But its dragging on and on and I am on chapter 59 (!) and still have like 200 pages to go. On the plus side, its inability to drag me in has made it a lot easier to put down at night, which is a problem with books I really dig. Oh well.
Boxing today was all about wall sits, jump squats, and lunges, so my thighs are refusing to feel anything but incredible amounts of sore-dom. I bought mommy's Christmas present, and then watched the Ravens self-destruct in HUGE fashion. We're talking 21 points worth of self-destruction. It was pitiful. And now I am looking forward to no work tomorrow and eating eggs on english muffins and maybe going to see It's Complicated with mommy.
Toodle-oo mes amis!
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