My lunch break.

Not pictured: a bowl of oatmeal. 

I know, I know. Lame lunch is lame. But I was uninspired and low on food. And eating copious amounts of watermelon is ALWAYS a good choice.

This Book you guys. Read it. I bought it Monday night and have managed to devour it in the evenings since then. I’m reading on any downtime I have a work, after work, lunch, before bed, while waiting for my nephew’s baseball game to start. I’m reading it at a frenzied pace. If you like “The Fault in Our Stars” then you’ll like this. Truth be told: I wasn’t a huge fan of that book, but the premise of this one caught my eye.

Also, thank you for all the nice comments on my hair yesterday you guys!! I haven’t had highlights in YEARS so I have to say it still startles me to see it when I get up in the morning. But I really like it. Change is good, right?

Tonight I have dinner plans with my college roomie. I haven’t seen her in months. Should be a good time.

Happy Friday Eve friends! 🙂

A little book love

I am a bibliophile. I have had a love affair with books since I was a child. My favorite thing to do is get lost in a good book. My library has become quite massive.

On that note, can we talk about how much I’m loving Rainbow Rowell right now?

I read her first book Attachments a few years ago. Then, I read Eleanor and Park last month. Last night, I bought FanGirl for my Nook. I was devouring it. Reading it at such a pace that felt frantic. Like I couldn’t get enough, and it was going to go somewhere. You know that feeling? I love that feeling. That’s the sign of a good book to me. I’ve read all of her books at that pace. So.freakin’.good.

It doesn’t hurt that she’s from Omaha. Her books are set in Nebraska. FanGirl is set at my Alma Mater, the University Of Nebraska-Lincoln. I love the references! 

In summation: read the books, if you haven’t already. I’m sure some of you have!

I have a confession to make…

So I read “The Fault In Our Stars” last week. It took me 2 days only about 3 hours. (I’m a fast reader, if its a good book). And I loved it.

That’s not the confession. The confession is:

I didn’t cry. Didn’t shed a single tear. Not one drop.

Sure, the book was sad in parts. (I won’t spoil it for anyone who hasn’t read it) but it didn’t make me cry. I actually saw the wrap up of their storyline coming. (maybe I read too much? I don’t know.) 

Maybe I’m an unfeeling monster. I don’t know. I think working 10 years in the news business has caused me to compartmentalize and separate my feelings. I see so many sad things everyday that I can’t cry over all of them. We do so many stories on people who have cancer, are down on their luck, die in car accidents or fires that I can’t cry over all of them. I used to. I’d go home every night and be so sad. It was hard. But eventually I learned how not to cry. 

Anyway, I hope we can still be friends, even if I didn’t cry over a very sad book!