Read the latest Marian Keyes. It’s better than her previous two. Made me laugh out loud. Have to love the dry sarcastic Irish humour.
But….now I sit without a book to read. Well not quite without…..I have plenty..but not in the mood. All I know is that any sex scene will make me start dry heaving and perhaps bring up a little in my mouth. 50 shades of Grey has sorted me out for any curiosity I may have had with Mommy Porn. It’s not for me and it’s as dull as shite. So sick of cliterature.
I plan to read The Prophet for a little Intellectual stimulation and pragmatism. And maybe I’ll throw in a Jane Austin. It feels like 50 shades has taken my brain and wrung out any sense of intellect I may have had left. My brain is yearning for some facts, thoughts and beautifully written words. It’s like a sponge waiting for someone to pour a glass of water over it.
Think of me over the next two weeks. It’s going to be busy and I need to keep my cool and keep a clear head.