On my bedside table

Over the past several months I have picked up, read parts and put down more books than I can even remember. I use to never do that. If I started a book by all means I was going to finish it. Then I decided that life is too short for bad books.

I really shouldn’t harsh all the books I have put down as of late, it is really more me and the frame of mind that I am in than the book itself. And my hope is that the tide is changing.

This past weekend PJ and I were in the book store and I couldn’t help myself from touching and feeling and flipping even though I was getting pulled-on to go to the children’s section. And in an instant I grabbed Running With Scissors by Augusten Burroughs.

I am only about twenty pages into it so I can’t give you a full review but the first little bit has me laughing out loud all the while feeling very disturbed. It is an odd mix to say the least but has got me sucked in.

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