Searching for balance

I went to the library this morning because the kids were at day camp and I had books due and others to pick up. I chatted for a minute and left. As I was walking to my car, I realized I had left my cell phone on the bathroom counter this morning. I drove home to get it.

There were 3 messages on the phone alerting me that my 5-year-old had tripped at the bowling alley and split open his chin. Could I come look at it and see if I thought it needed stitches. I don’t know the first thing about stitches. I got the boy and took him to the doctor where they strapped him to a board and put 2 stitches in his chin.

I then took the child back to day camp because he wanted to play with his friends. Oooo-kaaay.

Normally, after an even like this, I would have hauled ass to the bookstore to regain my sanity in the smell of ink and glue and coffee. Unfortunately, I had just spent my last $20 to have the doctor stitch up the boy’s face, so I had no money. I went back to the library. They took pity on me and didn’t even bat an eye when I checked out 10 more books.

Hey, what’s a girl to do?

Naked by David Sedaris

NakedThe first couple of essays were absolutely hilarious. I loved the mother. She was a riot. “You look like I could use a drink.” Awesome.

As he got older and more cynical, it was less hilarious. I kept wondering what kind of person gets himself into this predicaments. Who thinks it’s a good idea to make a living picking fruit? I think I was disturbed by the fact that he let other people make decisions for him. Or maybe I’m taking it way too seriously.

I did like the title essay, though. It was pretty gross, but funny, too.

To the Nines/Ten Big Ones

Ten Big Ones (A Stephanie Plum Novel)So I finished all the books in the series this weekend. The new one comes out on Tuesday, but I don’t have an extra $25 laying around so I’ll have to wait til the library gets down the list to me. sigh

To the Nines (A Stephanie Plum Novel)Now I have to figure out what to read. I’ve started Fat White Vampire Blues by Andrew Cox and wasn’t impressed so I quit. Then I started Naked by David Sedaris. It’s going OK, but it reads slower than Evanovich so I’m struggling. Not that there is much that reads as fast as Evanovich. Hmmm. Oh well. Time to buckle down and get my brain engaged.

Seven Up/ Hard Eight

Hard Eight : A Stephanie Plum Novel (A Stephanie Plum Novel)Seven Up (A Stephanie Plum Novel)Ok This is getting ridiculous. I didn’t even have time to post about Seven Up before I had Hard Eight under my belt. The library has the Ninth one on hold for me. sigh So I guess I would have had time to post, but I was busy reading. was sort of right. Number 7 was a minor let down, but 8 was back up to par. I gotta get a fan to keep on me while I read these things!

Love Creeps by Amanda Filipacchi

I first saw a review of this book on book-blog (see links at right). I thought it sounded funny, so I borrowed it from the library.

The first third is hilarious. It’s so ridiculous, that you can’t believe these morons actually do these things. Then in the second third, you start to forget how ridiculous it all is and start to believe it. Then you suddenly remember how ludicrous it is, and it’s funny again. The third third is pretty much just ludicrous. Again.

This thing has more twists than a water slide. It’s crazy.

OK. Let me sum up. To begin with, Alan is a stalker. He’s started stalking Lynn, who is really not bothered by his stalking. She actually is envious of the fact that he has something he cares so much about that he will stalk it. She has a touch of apathy. She decides to stalk another man in order to regain her “desire” for life and art and men and whatever. She stalks Roland, who is French. Roland is not the epitome of mental health, either.

There is much more to this book, including an exhibitionist bed and breakfast owner, and a sex addict private detective. I’ve just given you a taste to get you started.

At Home in Mitford by Jan Karon

It took several false starts for me to get really into this one. I borrowed it from Mom several times to take to doctor’s appointments, but I never read it past that. Now it’s been assigned for my women’s circle summer book club.

I think it’s great. I’m kind of sorry it’s over. I liked the main character and most of the other characters, too. There are several little mysteries to get worked out, and lots of other little stories. My favorite character is the giant dog that is only dubdued by scripture. I might try it with my own not-quite-as-giant-but-still-large mongrel.


I’m having serious blogging apathy. I’ve read a few books. Probably some interesting things have happened to me lately. I just can’t think of them when I sit down at the computer. This has been a rough week, so maybe I’m just a little stressed out.

Here’s what I’ve read recently, anyway.

Under the Tuscan Sun by Frances Mayes – for book club.

Hot Six – by Janet Evanovich

I’m currently working on At Home in Mitford by Jan Karon for another book club.

New Web Address

I finally finished the migration to the new webhost, sorry for the extended delay. The new URL is Please update your bookmarks.


Edit: I’ve noticed the RSS feeds aren’t working with my feedreader after the move. The feed loads fine in the browser, but the reader states the file cannot be found. Any other RSS readers having problems?

Do Audiobooks count?

I listened to a book on CD this week and I was just curious if this counts as a book read. I felt like I read it, because I kept finding myself thinking, “Oh, I need to finish reading that book.” When in reality I needed to go sit in my car and listen to it. Hmmm.

I listened to The Cat Who Talked Turkey. I love these cozy little mysteries. I have a Siamese cat, so I like to pretend she’s as smart as the cats in the books. She’s not, really. She’s not very bright at all really. She is pretty though. That helps her some. Poor kitty.

Moving to a New Web Host

Due to the instability of the current web host, Bookmark My Heart will be moving to a new and much more stable web host this week. So if you manage to actually get to the site to read this post, please bear with us. The current URL will forward to the new location.


I did it again!

So on Friday, I went to the library to check out some books, and guess what was there! Yup, number 4 in the Stephanie Plum series. You know, those Janet Evanovich books that have recently had me going on reading binges. I was very good. I brought it home and left if on the kitchen counter for at least 28 hours.

Then on Saturday night, a storm hit. A big one. I needed to take a shower but my momma taught me not to take a shower in a storm, so I decided to read the book just until the storm passed. Well, at midnight it was still thundering and lightning, so I kept on reading. At 1:00, my dear husband comes to find me. He just stands in front of me shaking his head. “The storm is gone, now,” he said.
“I’m almost done,” I said. And I was. I finished at 1:20, but my bottom was asleep from sitting on the couch for 4 hours.

Needless to say, the book was great. I had great fun. And now I’ve got my fix for at least a couple more days.

Reading Issues.

So OK. I have started 2 books, which in itself is an indicator that all is not well. The problem is that I can’t seem to get too interested in either of them. They’re both supposed to be good, so what’s my deal.

I know what my deal is. It’s been about a week since I read a Stephanie Plum book. I keep thinking about it. This is an illness isn’t it. It’s like alcohol or chocolate. What am I going to do?

I’m getting braver.

For the second time in the 5-6 months this things been online, I stopped reading a book. I was reading

    The Dante Club

by Matthew Pearl. The first pages were horrific and gory. I asked around and several folks said it doesn’t really get any better. I took my bookmark out of it, and put it back on the shelf.

Normally this gives me great anxiety. I am just sure that I will miss out on a Great Read. This time, though, I don’t care. Maybe because it’s still on my shelf and I can try again later. See, still a chicken.