the priory of sion
on monday night i casually strolled downstairs to pick up a copy of the da vinci code. i'm not usually one to flock straight for whatever's hot at the moment or dismiss what's hot at the moment just because everyone says so. so i gave it a chance.
monday night i breezed through 25 chapters before looking at the time and bribing myself to put the book down with promises of croissant with lashings of butter in the morning.
last night i devoured 55 chapters before my eyelids slammed down in exhaustion. exhaustion coupled with heaving anxiety in my chest weaved a restless sleep that streamed dreams and nightmares endlessly. (craig new, drum media, the words "quid pro quo", bon jovi, cameras and photo taking, clear plastic apple with cola iside, justified and justin timberlake, bon jovi's parakeet trying to make off with my budgie as he suddenly became female).
few authors besides james patterson has been able to make a book a permanent fixture in my hand. not many other authors give me a thirst to devour the entire contents of the book as soon as possible. i find my eyes breezing over words anxiously in an attempt to absorb as much information in the shorted amount of time. impatience. i love meanings over meanings over meanings. i love the beauty of intelligence. i love conspiracies.
i wish i could place my hand inside a book ala my stepmother is an alien and absorb it's entire contents that way.
monday night i breezed through 25 chapters before looking at the time and bribing myself to put the book down with promises of croissant with lashings of butter in the morning.
last night i devoured 55 chapters before my eyelids slammed down in exhaustion. exhaustion coupled with heaving anxiety in my chest weaved a restless sleep that streamed dreams and nightmares endlessly. (craig new, drum media, the words "quid pro quo", bon jovi, cameras and photo taking, clear plastic apple with cola iside, justified and justin timberlake, bon jovi's parakeet trying to make off with my budgie as he suddenly became female).
few authors besides james patterson has been able to make a book a permanent fixture in my hand. not many other authors give me a thirst to devour the entire contents of the book as soon as possible. i find my eyes breezing over words anxiously in an attempt to absorb as much information in the shorted amount of time. impatience. i love meanings over meanings over meanings. i love the beauty of intelligence. i love conspiracies.
i wish i could place my hand inside a book ala my stepmother is an alien and absorb it's entire contents that way.