28 August 2009

It's Official

I think hell must have frozen over. Not that you would notice by the weather. Near record breaking high today...Come on! I'm eight months pregnant, could I please have a break from the heat? (Not likely, this is AZ, remember?)


But something must be going on. Why you ask? Because...I don't have a single book to read! Alright, alright...I suppose I could finish The Taming of the Shrew (last month's book club pick) or even start on this month's (Mansfield Park) since we do meet on Wednesday. But seriously, who really wants to read Shakespeare or Jane Austen when they don't have to? Okay, probably a lot of you. But not me. I have a strong aversion to Austen that I just can't get over. And even though I finished a great literary mystery all about the fascinating life of Shakespeare (or should I say Edward de Vere?) last night, I still don't want to read one of his plays.

So what do I do? I make a plea for book recommendations for one. (Please send me something good, please!) And then I bite the bullet and start reading Twilight. When I promised my teenage sister I would read the series someday, when there was nothing else to read, I honestly never thought that day would come. How could you not have anything to read?

For future reference, this is how-

1- Have two rambunctious kids who don't allow you to casually browse the library shelves for a good read, thus requiring you to grab the first two novels within reach, and herd everybody out of the door before you get one more shush from the librarian or dirty look from the old man on the computer.

2- Become eight months pregnant and enjoy the wee hours of the morning all to yourself, because it is absolutely impossible to sleep, thus causing you to polish off every library book, cheesy paperback, and magazine in the house within a matter of hours.

Really quite easy, when it comes down to it. So here I am. In a place I never thought I would be. I'm trying really hard not to be skeptical about how fantastic these books are. I'm only on the second chapter. And every hater I know has had to come crawling back on her hands and knees, sheepishly admitting she loved them. But I have my doubts. I know "it's not just about vampires, it's more of a romance," but truthfully that statement doesn't excite me either. So wish me luck and I'll keep you posted.