Books...mmmm...books...mm...reading...

So I've already given up on my first book of the year. For the Yahoo Bookclub I'm a part of, we are currently reading Little Dorrit, by Charles Dickens. I've read Dickens before and enjoyed him, but for some reason, this book was dragging to me. Normally I'll give a book about 40-50 pages to pull me in before I give up, but this time I gave it 115 pages...mostly because I kept hearing how wonderfully funny chapter ten was. Still didn't grab me. Yep, its a tad witty...I imagine it being read outloud by a very droll englishman, but man...I dropped out. I can't, in good conscience, continue to read this when I have about 400 (yeah, I said 400!) other books to read. So I quit. The one thing I will ever quit at.

Instead, I am reading The Secret of Nimh by Robert C. O'Brien. This is still part of the book challenges I'm signed up for...this will be in my Flashback Challenge as the book I read as a kid.


I remember reading this, and for whatever reason, it had a profound effect on me. The copy I had was sans cover (which is supposed to be illegal or something) and I still remember the very first chapter to this day...but I'm not sure why. I've read SO many books over the course of my life that I don't remember anything about other than I read it, so why did this one stand out so much? THAT is why I'm re-reading it :) I'll let you know when I have my epiphany!

In other news, I finally got my last correspondence from LA today...I'm a little sad. I got a refund check from the gas company for a whole $12.55. My finances are no longer tied to Los Angeles, only my memories, the footprints I left in the sand and in the mountains, and the few great friends I made while I was there....