This has been one of those weeks where I have to force myself to talk. Not only on my blog but in my life as well. I just feel like I don’t have anything much to say. I’ve been very…trapped…inside my head lately. Thinking about things; my life, work, the direction it’s all taking. It’s kind of depressing. And I am in a funk of sorts, which became worse when I realized I had an OB appointment yesterday, that I didn’t need, but meant that I would have heard the heartbeat yesterday. It just broke my heart all over again.
Thank God for books. And thank God my funk hasn’t touched my reading yet. After supper last night I curled up with the kid and read Little Women while she watched Baby Einsteins Baby Bach. It was a relief to loose myself with the lovely March girls and the handsome Laurie.
I had forgotten how much of a crush I had on Laurie when I read this for the first time. I must have been about 12 or so and I thought Laurie was the perfect guy. He may have been my first literary crush. I think Laurie is still pretty hot. Doesn’t hurt I picture Christian Bale whilst reading either.
Well, after a couple of chapters of Little Women I switched over to The Woman in White. Dang this is getting good! I had forgotten how much I love a good mystery! Anne Catherick has just reappeared on the scene and I’m dying to know her secrets. I can’t wait until lunch so I can read.