Since my significant other’s surgery last week, he has had a lot more time on his hands. He wants to talk politics with me, since I am always around asking if he’s okay or needs another round of meds. I have always been one to stand back and watch a situation before jumping into it. I don’t know who I’m going to vote for and may not until I mark my ballot in November. The e-mail forwards are in full force right now, and I usually peruse them and then press DELETE. I don’t forward much of anything. I don’t believe that I’ll be struck down by a meteor if I don’t or that my e-mail address will make its way back to Bill Gates and consequently be paid $1B, so if you don’t hear from me after this blog, I was wrong.
I’ve been trying to find a new book to read since last week. I ordered Twilight on line (my daughter borrowed it from a friend and then decided to start buying them with book #2, so I’m waiting on a backorder). I’ve been searching my bookshelf because I often buy a bunch of books by one author when I’ve found a book by them I like. I just can’t remember which ones I’ve read and which I haven’t. Kind of sad, huh? As I was perusing, I came across Politically Correct Bedtime Stories, a book that was published back in the 90’s. I love fairy tales and I found this book a riot when I first read it. I decided to find out if the author had put out any other books (or “processed tree carcasses,” as he calls them). His website says he’s got 4 others, and 3 are out of print. I should check if the local library has them, but my husband and I are book fiends, so I’m checking Amazon as I type here. There’s a teaser about his most recent book, Recut Madness: Favorite Movies Retold for Your Partisan Pleasure, just enough to make me want to know what happens next. So, they are on their way, hopefully not backordered so I don’t have to wait until Christmas to read my next book. I guess I could read one of the books on my shelf; if I’ve forgotten whether or not I read it in the first place, I guess it won’t matter much.