Besides spending the past week criss-crossing the country and imbibing way too many cocktails, I have been reading books. I read the fourth Twilight installment four times in a week's period. I would have read it four more times but unfortunately it is a 750 page book and lugging that across several plane flights was really not worth the effort. Instead I read two more books over the last week that have left me wanting to read 17 more books. I might have to quit my day job so that I have enough time and energy to turn on the AC, wrap myself in a big blanket, and read all day. Sometimes I think that Dave must get tired of my book wormish ways but then I remember that when I have my nose in a book I turn into the quiet and lenient wife who orders pizza for dinner, does not care what is watched on tv, and wants only for sex at night.
First I read Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict. While it is an easy chick lit read it also delved into the life and times of Jane Austen and what that meant to women. I enjoyed the book but moreover it made me really want to reread all six Jane Austen books.
Next I read The Queen's Fool by Philipa Gregory. I had watched and loved the movie rendition of The Other Boleyn Girl and was recommended to read Gregory's other works. I did and now I think I'm addicted. I desperately want to read her 11 other books that bring the life and times of 16th century England to life. The only thing that is stopping me from spending the whole weekend at the library is that I can't decide which set of books I want to read first. I've read all the Jane Austen novels before but there is only 6 of them. On the other hand I loved the Gregory novel but there are 11 of them and once I start I wont be able to stop. Decisions, decisions ...
