Books

The Daytona 500 is on today, so we are not watching the Olympics right now. Terran and I are Olympic junkies. The winter is by far our favorite, as a result of this we have not left the house this weekend, and during the evenings I have been busy watching, not blogging.

Right now I would love to be on a beach, or in a snug mountain cabin with a fire burning during a storm. I want to read, and read, and then read some more. Our library has a web site link that you can read book reviews and read lists of the reviewers favorite authors. I've been browsing that for the last little while, and now I want to be lost in a literary world of some type. I think that I might even be willing to give sci-fi a chance at this point.

One of the reviewers went on and on about Dean Koontz. I have only read a little bit of one of his books and it creeped me out so badly I don't know if I will ever pick one up again. A co-worker of mine drew my name for our Christmas gift exchange the first year I worked at the credit union. He knew I liked to read and bought me this book by Koontz, because it was on the best seller list. Very thoughtful and I was quite excited about a new author. The beginning wasn't too bad and I thought I would probably enjoy it. Then Koontz introduced a young newly married girl, ( I had only been married a little over six months), named Naomi. That was a little funny, because my name is not super common. About 10 pages after bringing Naomi into the story her husband killed her out of the blue. It was awful. I had nightmares for weeks. In lieu of that 10 pages or so, I don't think I'll ever read Koontz again.

I'm getting the creeps again even though it's been over 4 1/2 years. I think that I am going to fix myself a cup of creamy coffee, sit on the couch cuddled close to my husband, and get lost in Linda Chaiken's India.

I'll have to pretend it's snowing outside,

Naomi