Hey there! Did you miss me? This is where you lie and say “yes”, please. 🙂 And where I apologize for my absence. It was unplanned, but my blogging mojo disappeared on me, and I didn’t feel like forcing myself to write for the sake of posting. But I’m back now, with plenty of things to say, although today — it’s all about the funnies.
This lovely challenge is hosted by Erin from TexErin-in-Sydneyland and I love the idea of reading books you already own but haven’t read. Let’s face it: we all have a few books collecting dust for one reason or another. And I found out my reason was because they were crappy books. Normally I immediately devour a purchased book, but there was a brief period, when Borders was going out of business, that I went a little cuckoo and not in a good way.
Ah, June. You were a weird reading month. Every book drew me in with their great premise and potential and too many wasted their intriguing set-up. In fact, the book I expected to place in my vaulted love section ended up in the dreaded loathe category. Thankfully, there were still some really good books that lived up to their book flap AND I finally caught up with all my on hold books at the library. YAY! This month I’m picking books based on my mood and what’s available, which will hopefully alleviate my book funk.
June has been a bit of rough month news-wise. From Brock Turner to Orlando to Donald Trump to Brexit, there seems to be no shortage of bad news or signs of a pending apocalypse. It’s enough to turn anyone’s smile upside down. I’ve spent a lot of time surfing the various news site to stay abreast of the latest happenings, which may have been a mistake. Not that I want to be uninformed, but sometimes you have to turn off the news and take a break.
As a child, I remember eagerly anticipating becoming an adult. No one would tell me what to do or when to do it. Oh boy, was I ever wrong! Adults just have different people telling them what to do and long for those care-free, childhood days. I guess the grass is always greener on the other side. 🙂 Of course, the older we get, the more set in our ways we become too. In other words, we become old coots. Something every child solemnly swears never to become, yet I find myself sliding further into old coot territory every day.
Forgive my absence but these last couple of weeks have been hard. It feels like we are drowning in bad news, standing at the precipice, where how we choose to move forward will change the course of the world. It’s scary and overwhelming to someone who is trying to cling to the light. Who feels deeply adrift and lost. Torn between images and words of unfathomable hate and outpourings of love and support in the wake of the Orlando shootings. Which do I choose?