While trying to shake this persistent, annoying and uncharacteristic ennui I decided to read something frivolous. Unfortunately, I picked Confessions of a Shopaholic. I think this must have been a part of that "unpleasant and shallow heroine" chick lit trend that Jennifer Crusie seems to enjoy so much. Honestly, I don't mind an unpleasant character but at least make them interesting! This book offered neither. At least as far as I read. But hey, life is short. I no longer feel an obligation to stick it out when there are so many other, far more worthy, suitors waiting on the shelves.
Struggling (unsuccesfully) to get through The DaVinci Code taught me it's okay to call crap crap and move on. Thanks Dan Brown!
The Childrens Book comes out on Oct. 6. If that turns out to be crap it may just break me.