I gorged myself on mental junk food today. It wasn't all that tasty and it certainly had no nutritional value. I kind of hate myself after indulging and want to go read something hearty to make up for it. Do you ever do this? Toss the junk food metaphor aside and examine your own reading habits. I was hoping that "Beastly" by Alex Finn would be a wonderful re-creation of the Beauty and the Beast fairy tale, but nope. Mediocre at best. Did I stop reading? Did I put it down and move on to more worthy fodder? Nope. I have the same problem with Cheetos. I literally cannot stop eating them. My fingers will be stained orange, my tongue raw and my jaw sore from chomping and yet I keep shoving the little orange buggers in. Where is my self-control? Where is my will-power?
Just put the crappy book down, Jenny. Just set it down and walk away.
But I'm boooored. I have nothing to dooooo.
Not true! You have an office that needs reorganizing! You have a basement full of junk to clean out!
I don't want to do that stuff. I want to do something fun.
I don't have anything fun for you to do today. Go be productive.
Sorry you had to witness that. My inner child was acting up and when I have a perfectly lovely day with no demands on my time, sometimes it takes over and I read "Beastly" books and let my children play in the backyard all day without my supervision. They were probably digging holes to China and I'll fall into my pockmarked yard in the spring when I finally venture out to do some yard work. All for a book that was contrived and completely forgettable.
I'm going on a book diet tomorrow. Or Monday. Only Newberry or Pulitzer winners. Fifteen minutes of memorizing new vocabulary first thing in the morning. Join a Great Books club. Yup. On Monday. Or a week from Monday, if the new John Grisham comes up on my holds list.