I've taken it upon myself to start (and finish, hopefully someday) the book list I've had for a really long time. It's not that I don't like reading, but I have a hard time getting something started. Once I've started, I'm good to go, but it's that first push in the right direction that I hate. I had been in the process of reading one of the books on my list (The Catcher in the Rye) and I finally finished it last night.
That book depressed me so bad! I was never really aware of how much books affect me, but this one did. Holden Caulfield is one screwed up kid, and really, his depressing views on life started rubbing off on me, which is really ridiculous. I started second guessing myself and my motives in life (equally ridiculous), and then I came back to reality and realized I was crazy. But still...that book disturbed me. Not that it was a disturbing book, but it just hit me the wrong way, I guess.
Now I'm looking for something on my list that's a little less depressing (I don't think I can take another book like that for a while) and I'm thinking a trip to Barnes and Noble this Saturday may be in the works. Which is, sadly, the best way I could think of to spend my Saturday at this point. I'm so lame. Haha. I don't care, though. I love Barnes and Noble. One of my favorite places. I could spend hours in there.
Wow. I need to get a life. Psh.