Argh.

Yes, I know. No dice for the past two days, mes amis. I just couldn't bring myself to read. I'm not sure what exactly was holding me back, but I couldn't do it.

But! Today I did read, kind of a lot. I'm doing my bookclub on InsaneJournal.com, so I read the first two days' worth of assignments on The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon (more on that later-- but so far I'm absolutely in-fucking-love with it!) today AND I read almost fifty more pages with Margaret Atwood.

And I like her better this time.

You know, as opposed to the last time I opened the book. I finally started getting into a little bit that I guess I can relate to-- or at least somewhat. Maybe I'm just relating to characters who live in my head, but either way it's more comfortable for me now. Actually--

I just realized. Maybe I'm more comfortable with it now because things are being written in third person. Her first person "he was to me" stuff makes me uneasy, but now we're talking about a woman named Loulou and I feel better.

What a strange revelation. Either way, I think I'll be reading quite a bit more of it tomorrow. Woo! Maybe I should take weekends off all the time...