I've finally picked up a book to read. It's been so long. I was at a neighbor's house Wednesday and she mentioned that she saw the movie The Secret Life of Bees. She said it was good but the book was so much better. "Oh?" I inquired. We went down stairs to her basement and she pulled out that book and another one, Eat Love Pray. I ended up borrowing Eat Love Pray and read 50 pages the first night. I can't seem to put it down once I start reading it. I remember an interview on NPR with the author and thought that sounded like something I could relate to. (After all, who doesn't eat, sometimes pray and wants love?)
It's been a while since I've picked up a book and haven't been able to put it down. I don't know if it's due to laziness, or just busyness. And it's strange, but when I was going through my divorce, I took Italian lessons at night (just like the author). There is something about filling your time in the evenings when you are alone that is very important. And what better way than to learn a beautiful language like Italian. Unlike the author, I left my first husband because I wanted to have children one day. I knew that to have children with him would have been a horrible thing. I found it unbearable to live with him (the walking on egg shells was exhausting) and the thought of little children with his personality scared me to death.
I'm looking forward to seeing where this book takes me.