Reading

I've been doing alot of reading lately. I guess it's nice to get lost in someone else's life.

It started with Twilight. I was hell bent I wasn't reading this book and that everyone was insane for getting so caught up with it. Then I started it on our trip to New Orleans. Read the entire thick 4-book set in a week. And then immediately read it again. What's wrong with me??? I finally understand the insanity. He says all the right lines. Pulls on the strings of your heart. And then there is the familiarity. Having a pregnancy that ends in abruption and dang near kills you. Yeah, I've been there and I see a little bit of my own story wrapped in there. The raw grief of losing someone so close to you that your life stops.

"And yet, I found I could survive....I could live through it. It didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it." Exactly how I feel.

Two of my girlfriends have read the series AND their husbands. First, T doesn't read for fun. He's taking too many classes where he has to read. And I think he would hurt me when he got to the abruption part for encouraging him.

Now I'm almost done with My Sister's Keeper. Again, friend recommended it. Again, I relate. I relate to loosing a child. I relate to the silent moments that find their way into your marriage. When you look at your spouse and realize how much life has changed you. You aren't the same person you where when you married, but neither is he. I relate to wanting to do anything, anything to save your child's life. We'll see how it ends. I'll probably finish it tonight.