Mediocre meets manic depressive

Sorry for not getting around to posting something yesterday. I took a personal day to get some things done around the house and was so busy reorganizing our pantry and the hall closet, I totally lost track of time.

Okay, so I finished off a bottle of wine and fell asleep on the couch watching Jerseylicious.

Same thing.

But I got a lot of early spring cleaning out of the way, and it left me feeling calm and collected. Cleaning and reorganizing is like, my happy place. Nothing puts me in a Zen-like state quicker than a bottle of Windex and some dirty windows.

Plus, yesterday was rainy and as you know, I absolutely LOVE rainy days. Seriously, I would move to Seattle in the heartbeat. Sipping from a hot mug of the country's best coffee while looking out a giant bay window into a gray, drizzly morning sounds like paradise.

Don't get me wrong, sunshine and blue skies have their place, too, but there is just something to be said for a wet, dreary morning. Rainy days are unspoken permission to be sloth-like and stay indoors, reading books and catching up on household projects (as I just demonstrated).

Not to mention, yesterday morning's rain showers screamed "SPRING IS COMING!" and that made me ridiculously chipper. (But of course it's snowing today, right as I write this post. Indiana weather is bipolar and confused, to say the least.)

After getting some housework done and napping on the couch yesterday afternoon, I grabbed my library copy of Jen Lancaster's Jeneration X and settled down to finish it before dinner (I love, Love, LOVE her nonfiction!). I only had about 50 more pages to breeze through and when I was done, I felt disappointed. Like, really disappointed. Not disappointed that the book was over, disappointed that it was so terrible and basically regurgitated everything from her previous books. So disappointed, I immediately picked up another book in hopes of getting the taste of "mediocre memoir" out of my mouth.

Well, that other book was just what I needed because I sat in our living room, unmoving, for 5 hours and read that book from start to finish in one sitting. I couldn't put it down. I was sucked in from the first page. The opening paragraph locked my attention in a binding grip and didn't let go until I found myself sobbing at its very last page.

I haven't read an entire book in one sitting since I was in fifth grade and fanatically obsessed with the Ramona Quimby series.

I didn't just read this book, I devoured it.

If you want to read a beautifully tragic novel that explores questions of love, legacy and mortality (to name a few), I highly recommend The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.

Without giving anything away, The Fault In Our Stars is the story of two teenagers who meet (and later fall in love) at a support group for children and teens living with cancer.

Yes, I said children and teens living with cancer. The subject matter is intense. Keep a box of tissues handy and prepare to feel your heart bleed.

I found zero fault with this novel (pun intended) other than how the main characters' dialogue read so wildly unauthentic for their age. They didn't speak like teenagers so much as 30 year-olds with a lot of life experience. Teenagers quoting poetry to one another? I don't buy it. When I was 16, I could probably quote you a Backstreet Boys' lyric and that's about it.

Fun fact about the book: It takes place in Indianapolis! John Green is from Indiana and the copy I read was signed by him and everything!

Between the extreme letdown of Jen Lancaster's book and then incredible build-up and inevitable heartbreak of The Fault In Our Stars, I felt SO MANY EMOTIONS yesterday. 

Since I don't have any more library books to read at the moment, it's time to get crack-a-lackin' on my book club read (yeah, I said "crack-al-ackin'". That just happened.). But I'm afraid that if I read it in the next few days, I won't remember anything by the time we're ready to sit down and discuss it. Since graduating college, I seem to have the retention of a dead goldfish.

I also have a few more books I've been itching to get to which include Jamie's copy of Pillars of the Earth, but that book is over 1,000 pages and I know meif there isn't a picture of a puppy on every other one of those 1,000 pages, I'll struggle to get through it.

In other news, I recently figured out how to type the degrees symbol on a PC. Look: °

It is currently 34° outside. Ha, that's so cool.


I have sad hobbies.

How's your week going?


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