Fredrick

I do so love The Giving Tree.

And if you love The Giving Tree too, do you adore the stark contrast in Fredrick as I do?



I feel like I could write an essay on this short picture book. It is as complicated as it is simple and it is as disheartening as it is insightful.

Zoom zoom zoom!

I should have taken a picture before we drove it off the lot, but this picture's okay, right?



We bought a new car, yo! It's really for my mom. But still, we bought a new car!

If you're looking to buy a vehicle, let me tell you, go to Triple J. They were so welcoming, so accomodating. They didn't wince once as I went back and forth about which vehicle we wanted. We've been taking our Ford there for service and maintenance and it's the only shop we trust. And now, it's also my favorite place to buy from.

Bitten

I am unconditionally and irrevocably hooked on the Twilight saga.




I wish I had known the joys of reading books when I was younger. The best I ever did was a short stint in high school when I read through steamy romance novels the way I read through Archie comics in grade school - during class. Only now, in my late twenties, do I understand the power of a good book. And it makes my heart grieve because I know that no matter how many books I read in a week, it will never make up for all the good books that I could have read by now. I'll never be able to catch up.

Until just recently, it never crossed my mind that I would ever read any of the Twilight books. I don't like horror and I don't like vampire stories, but I figured that James and I would watch the movies one day and that would be that. We did watch them. And I loved them! I loved them for the pretty faces, for the entertainment, for the romance, but mainly for the internal and external struggles of good and evil. I was hooked.

A week later, on January 2, 2011, after having watched all three movies at least twice, James took me to the bookstore to buy me the first book, but instead, I walked out with the box set! Score! (fist pump)

Nevermind that each book in the saga is longer than your average fiction novel, I didn't read just one, I read TWO of the books in a week flat. But I doubt that I'll be able to finish Eclipse and Breaking Dawn that quickly - life is catching up with me. There are bathrooms to clean and laundry to fold. Oh, and my job. There's that too.

Is it wrong that I want to leave the world behind and retreat to a comfy couch somewhere bright and cool and just read for the rest of my life? That's not too selfish, it is?