Reading assignment

I went today a brand new book club that had it’s first meeting tonight.  I was really excited to see women that I neither worked with nor raised my kid near.  There were single ladies, and really diverse ages and professions.  We actually discussed the book in-depth.  I am so jazzed.  I was in a book club last year that degenerated into snobby husband bashing and torrid gossip, so this one seems different enough that I will definitely attend regularly.  We had off topic conversation, but afterwards.  Over drinks.

So obviously it’s the group for me!

I am glad to see other women who are voluntarily reading.  I hear so many people who say, Oh, I haven’t read a book in years. . . or When do you find the time. . . or The last book I read was in high school english.  I’m not trying to be snotty and I know it’s not recreational for everyone.  I claim the time.  I love to read, and I’m not particular about the topic or anything.  I read before I go to bed, when I’m in the bathroom, when I take the dog out.  I read during the commercials when I watch TV and while I eat lunch.  It’s just something I’ve always done, and I’ll be damned if I give that particular thing up.  I don’t mind sacrificing things to stay at home with my son.  Or to the altar of marriage, or whatever.  But you would have to pry the book out of my cold, dead hands.

My husband often has to get up in the middle of the night to turn off my bedside lamp, because the noise of the book hitting the floor beside my bed as it fell out of my hand has failed to rouse me.  I think this habit of mine might be a contributing factor to why he feels the need to sleep with two fans aimed at his head while under 3 blankets tucked up to his eyebrows.

~ by floozy1976 on June 19, 2008.