The Bail Out Book Club...endings, who needs 'em?

I've always had a love affair with reading. As a youngster I loved The Babysitters Club, Sweet Valley Twins, and Where the Sidewalk Ends. I thought Shel Silverstein was God. Imagine my surprise in learning that Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too wasn't in the bible! Even earlier than that I was obsessed with reading Beverly Cleary’s Ramona Quimby, Pickle Juice, The Chocolate Touch, Judy Blume's Tales of the Fourth Grade Nothing, and of course Are you There God? It's Me Margaret. Man, those books are a part of me. *hears someone in background do nerd cough* I'd like to think reading helped shape my vivid imagination. Honorable mention: hours upon hours of television may have helped too. But in my old age, I have been become somewhat of a book bandit. Starting books, but failing to finish them. The little Mocity girl in me is standing in the harshest judgment of the Houston lady of leisure I have become, who has no time to finish books and no shame in quitting. Have I no dignity? Apparently not. And if dignity is masterfully hidden on the last page of a good book, I may never find mine!

Books I have recently abandoned:
The DaVinci Code
The Hour I First Believed
Eat, Pray, Love
The Lovely Bones
A Million Little Pieces
Valley of the Dolls

The good thing is the list of books I have read in their entirety is much longer. But, I am losing my geek cred (like street cred but with Barnes & Nobles reward cards). I'm starting a new book tonight. We will just have to see how this one goes...but the odds of me finishing it are about as good as Chris Brown and Rhianna meeting me for a domestic violence rally later tonight...at which Lil Momma will join us on stage uninvited standing beside me in her B Boy stance...then Kanye will storm the stage, grab the mic and let everyone know that Lil Momma's interruption was good...but he just had one of the best interruptions of all times.

*yawns* Maybe I will start the book tomorrow...


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