So, I know I just posted yesterday, and that this isn't really a review, but I wanted to chronicle a little book adventure I'm having.
Tomorrow I'm leaving on an eight-hour trip, so while I was at the library yesterday, I checked out six mystery books that I've never read before. I swore to myself, "Annabelle, so that you have enough to do in the car on Friday, don't you dare read one of those new books." I have to say it's been a struggle. I was with Amber at the library, and she was telling me about starting the Hunger Games. "I wasn't going to read it," she said, "I was at Sierra's house, and I saw it on the shelf (Sierra is not her real name, but I'm not going to use it for security reasons). I was just going to read the back. Then I was just going to read the first sentence. Then the first chapter. Before I knew it, I was hooked." I know just how you feel, Amber.
So here I am, home alone. The books are sitting in my traveling bag, just calling my name. But as of right now, I've put in some metaphorical earplugs, and I'm effectively ignoring the impulse to devour my books. The lesson here: IT IS POSSIBLE TO HAVE SELF-CONTROL!!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Annabelle
Oh, Annabelle, the call of books shall never be sated or plugged out. You must endure it! Read something else! Read... ah... Up From Jericho Tel again! Or the Theodore Boones.
ReplyDeleteI just read Up From Jericho Tel yesterday. And I only have one Theodore Boone. Hm. Have we reviewed that yet?
ReplyDeleteNo, I don't think so. I can, if you want, later. We've posted a lot today.
ReplyDeleteThat's probably a good idea. I'll be gone tomorrow anyway, and won't have internet for the rest of the weekend.
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