Welcome back to reality Whit. While it would have been hilarious, you are not going to see the Maury Povich show. You could not stay away from that last George R.R. Martin book for more than a week, no matter what you said. You were also not able to go to a concert on a Wednesday night this week, even though they are one of your favs: http://wp.me/pROJ9-eE
You must accept it. Your body and mind only allow so much. Instead you are staying at home with your nose in that book about dragons and fighting with Home Depot who are finally after a freaking month coming to drop off the wood to finish your floors this weekend. You will not, however, be watching tv because your first grown-up 55 inch flat screen blew out after five months. Really Samsung? So I will be calling the Samsung tech for the 50th time because they have still not made an appearance. No Xbox, no Yo Gabba Gabba, no Real Housewives, no fun for anyone. This was our first major appliance in our home and I don’t think we can ever go back to a smaller tv. We’re spoiled now. My husband certainly won’t be able to blow up zombies, or whatever else he’s blowing up in those games of his on a regular tv now.
Speaking of my husband, he asked me this morning if the Spice Girls were ever coming to DC. So today is a weird day. Maybe I’m not on Planet Earf after all.
I just finished “A Feast For Crows,” the fourth book in George R. R. Martin’s “A Song of Ice and Fire Series. I have previously grumbled about this:http://wp.me/pROJ9-kQ This book was an intense 1000 pages. They are all intense, but this was a different sort of intense from the first three books. Martin actually apologizes at the end and explains that after writing thousands of pages, he knew he was going to have to split the book in two. Instead of writing about the characters chronologically, he wrote about them by location (north and south.) Therefore he only wrote what was happening to half the characters. And he left out the better half of the characters for the most part. I’m not saying that the book was bad by any means, just not what I was hoping for. There were some very satisfying goings on right at the end, but I won’t spoil it. But I definitely I need a breather after this. You know you’re reading something great when you feel emotionally exhausted by the end of it. My husband is halfway through the fifth book(A Dance With Dragons.) I keep looking at those 1300 pages and I’m not ready. There are still a few more books in the series that have yet to be written, so I don’t see any real rush to get through the next one. Then I’ll just be waiting around. So I picked up The Help, by Kathryn Stockett (I think you’d have to be living under a rock to not know what this is at this point) in the airport on Friday and it is excellent so far. I’m zipping right through it though and A Dance with Dragons keeps making eyes at me.
What are you reading? I would love some recommendations.