the amazing adventures of me and a book

i'm almost finished reading a book. B-O-O-K.

remember books, blogfreaks? they're like blogs but on paper. and without all the self-indulgent exhibitionist nerds-are-the-new-black cynicism*.

i have thoroughly enjoyed the book in question, and might even go so far as to list it among my top ten. along with the 400 other books i have proclaimed as such. its a very exclusive list.

i write now, however, not to describe this fabulous work of fiction, but instead to share my pride with you all in my achievement of having almost finished absorbing it.

this is the first book i have read in over a year. since my father died. and my mother got cancer. and my world fell apart. and i stopped being able to concentrate on anything for more than 5 minutes at a time.

and so you see, its quite the accomplishment for me.

but now i am not sure if i want to finish the book at all. because what if this is it, and its the only book i will ever read again? maybe instead i should prolong it, like a good meal or a first kiss. and then maybe i'll never have to feel like an illiterate junkie with a-d-d again.

maybe...

*and those are the good ones.