I do. I read all the time. I don't feel complete without a book for me to turn to, be it the end of the day or avoiding household duties. I must have something to bury my nose in and get lost. Consequently, I also want my life to live like what I read. I'm not into fluffy books (except the Twilight series. Viva Staphanie Meyer!--who wouldn't want a little vampire, or werewolf, love in their life?), but I'm also not really into edgy controversial books either. Give me an "americana" book any day and I will give you a happy Julia.
A common thread I find in many of the books I read are heroes and heroines who have a passion for something. Photography (Where the Heart Is), baking bread (Bread Alone) and, while I'm reading, I think that yes, I too would love to be a photographer or a baker or a knitter or be passionate about living and do all of these uber amazing things. I think how I want people to look at me and see this amazing talent that I have and say, "Julia, I never knew you could do this. This _______ (insert talent) could really take you places." But, alas, that is not the case. I have no passions, I have no secret talent that anyone really cares to see or wants to be displayed. I'm just ... me. Don't get me wrong, I certainly don't think this is a bad thing. In a lot of ways I think I'm pretty damn cool, but I do wonder what my passion is and when I'll discover it. Until then I suppose I will be content with eaves dropping on other's lives through the medium of literature. Not so bad, I guess. At least it's entertaining and I'm a pretty decent speller because of it.
the end.
3 comments:
i feel the same way about stuff.
we are a hobby-less bunch.
p.s. that comment was left by alison. technology is automatic and put mom's name on it.
However, it pretty much describes Mom's feelings as well.
Mom
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