terrible thing to admit

well, here it is: books have been purchased for me...many many books, most of literary repute (memoirs of a geisha, Les Mis, les jeux sont faits, jim the boy, collection of travel essays, etc.) and yes...i come home sunday and spend the ENTIRE afternoon reading the second Bridgette Jones. *sigh* i cant put it down, i stayed up untill 2am reading. and it's not even something i can talk about (except perhaps with my roomates, which have all read the first are dying to get their hands on my new one). oh well, it's a positively wonderfully fun book and i'm thoroughly enjoying myself, so just shut up voice in my head that insists i read things of literary repute.

- on 2003-01-13 at 8:49 a.m.

wilted - blooming