obsession

You know what it’s like when you find a really good book that instantly captures your attention and you don’t want to do anything else but read it?
Once, when Kelly and I went to Europe for a month (pre-kids, of course) we were wandering around London and went into a little book shop. I saw a copy of The Catcher In The Rye on a table. I had never read it, and it’s red cover was calling to me. I bought it and began reading it in bed that night. After Kelly went to sleep, I stayed awake to read. I just couldn’t put it down. I was utterly captivated. Even when Kelly woke up after a couple of hours and squinted at the clock then grunted at me to turn the light off, I went into the bathroom and read in the bathtub. I finished it in one night.
Same thing happened when I read The DaVinci Code. I couldn’t read it all in one night, because I have kids that need to be fed, dressed, etc… But I did sneak away into the bathroom to read, which is not as easy as it sounds. It’s hard to ignore fingers under the door, and notes being shoved underneath that say things like, “wut ar u doing in ther?”
Steinbeck’s East of Eden had the same effect. That was a really good book. Long, but wonderful all the way to the end. I was mentally exhausted after I read it. I had to wait a couple of months before I read anything else.
So, the point is, that today I have started reading just such a book. I cannot guarantee the quality or quantity of posts until I finish this thing. At the rate I’m plowing through this baby, it won’t be long. Until then…