bookworm

 

one of the best perks of being a bill paying, worry wart adult is the fact that you get to read for entertainment. not a must-read-chapter, no thumb-through-research-articles, not pages-and-pages-of-notes. reading for pleasure. escaping to another world for thirty minutes a night [or five hours straight until the book is done if you are my mother!]. it is quite the experience after eighteen years of school. and yet, i do not engage it in nearly enough. last weekend that changed. i have joined a book club! we meet once a month, have dinner/drinks and discuss. it sounds like my kind of fun, i don't think it will disappoint.

this month we are perusing the help*. a rousing read set in a 1960, segregated mississippi. i am about five chapters in and really enjoying it. like i said, get away to another place... worry about minny's daily struggles instead of my own... ponder on what life was like then and how far we have [or haven't] come. it is sure to spark some provoking conversation with these southern gals! have you considered starting a book club?

may you have a way to escape. for real life is far too serious to be occupying your thoughts twenty-four hours a day. books, blogs, movies, music. choose your poison.

*ideally, i would insert photos of my bookshelf and the help on my nightstand for this post. i am working to bring you a more realistic extension of my life in memphis, however, i cannot locate my camera charger. i promise there will be less internet images and more personal photos soon!