On the Pile

So did you miss me? Can you lie and say you did?

The hammer has been brought down at work, and I've been under the weather most of the week. Hence the lack of postings. I even missed out on posting the news that Tom and Katie are preggers. I feel so, so very sorry for Katie, because I'm not sure she realizes how much she is f'ing up her life. Or perhaps she does. Some women are truly happier being subservient to a man. Whatever. Who am I to judge? (Okay, yeah, I'm judging. It's wrong. Here's buck, Kate. Buy yourself a clue.)

Anyway, in the midst of all this, I have managed to shift the book pile around a bit---finishing one, returning some to the library at various stages of being read, getting more from the library and bookstore. Here's the latest additions:

Goodnight Nobody by Jennifer Weiner
I actually bought this one so that Jennifer would have good sales.* I *heart* Jennifer in a big way. But after only 20 pages, I've got a long list of complaints about this book. I mean, how many of you, immediately after having seen a dead body, would be able to recognize instantly the phone number of a crush from five years ago? I'm thinking, in that situation, I wouldn't be able to recognize my own phone number.

The Power of Intention by Wayne W. Dyer
I'm on yet another self-help kick. But at least now I'm going to the library for my fix.

Awake at Work by Michael Carroll
Subtitled: 35 Practical Buddhist Principles for Discovering Clarity and Balance in the Midst of Work's Chaos. My work isn't so much chaotic as uninspiring and monotonous. But I'm hoping to find something that will get me through until I go to grad school next year.

I'm also still reading Collapse by Jared Diamond. It's one of those books in which the material is very interesting but the writing is not so good.

A sample quote: All of us love a romantic mystery, and the Maya offer us one at our doorstep . . . To visit a former Maya city, we need only board a direct flight from the U.S. to the modern Mexican state capital city of Merida, jump into a rental car or minibus, and drive an hour on a paved highway.

Um, sure, that's kind of at our doorstep. Only? What?




*Yeah, we're on a first-name basis. She's my new imaginary BFF. As you may remember, my former imaginary BFF hooked up with my former imaginary boyfriend.