Why I am looking for a new book.

My new book, The Ghost Writer by John Harwood, is turning out to be a bit of a disappointment. The reviews I read said that it was reminiscent of Possession by A.S. Byatt, so I was all over it. It’s not really like Possession at all, from what I can tell. In fact, I have been so disappointed with the first few chapters that I checked the end . . . and I had already guessed it. I don’t even know all the characters yet and I had guessed it. I don’t think I’m going to finish it.

Now to find something else to read. I was hoping this one would keep me occupied for at least a week.

My weekend was kind of meh. I worked on Saturday, as did Mike. He also worked yesterday, so I did the grocery shopping for the week and made vegetable soup. Making soup is a very comforting thing. I enjoyed slicing all the vegetables and the smell of soup permeating our house all afternoon. It was nice to putter around the house, though, watching TV, working on my scrapbook, and eating soup. I even went to bed early (Mike didn’t get home until midnight). This morning it definitely didn’t seem like it should be Monday.

I haven’t really been feeling like myself the past few days. I have been really tired lately. Hopefully I will start feeling more like myself.

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