Don’t read Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheyl Strayed during the first week of the Olympics. You will run out of feelings and the only solution will be frozen yogurt or a nap. Or both.
I know, I know, June’s not even over yet. Whatever. I’ve only read only one book so far in June and I’m going on vacation today and don’t want to worry about telling you what I read. Not that I really would anyway, but I do really really really want to tell you how much I LOVED #25: The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas.
I purposefully took time with this one so I want to explain it to you in a way that has probably never described such a classic novel - Stefon gifs.
When I started it for book club, I didn’t know why it was chosen or what I was supposed to get out of it so I sat and agreed like:
Then I started it at the diner with some pancakes. It was strange at first then all of a sudden:
After that I read after work, and things got a little weird with the book.
Of course by the third quarter of it, this was pretty much the face I made to fellow subway riders. They had NO IDEA the kind of drama I was dealing with.
After all was said and done, things ended on a happy note. Let’s all give a YAY for the Count of Monte Cristo.
I’m not going to go into all the plot lines of the book because you should have learned about it in high school or on an episode of Wishbone. Seriously though, it’s so good.
Accidentally beat up my arm at the library a couple of weeks ago when I walked into a shelf. Bruise status: green. Now considering reading A Game of Thrones on the stationary bike at the gym. Lookout world!
I actually feel a twinge of guilt about not caring for The Hunger Games. I mean, I’m sorry? I guess?