Am I a Serial Killer?

This post is going to be short, sweet, and to the point because A) I'm still going for transparency here and B) I want to watch more Gilmore Girls on Netflix. Oh and C) I haven't finished any new books.

Wait, what? Why am I writing, then, you ask? I said I hadn't finished any NEW books. I've read two and a half books since we last talked but only the half was a new one.

Here's what happened: my nine year old daughter received the first two Percy Jackson books for
Christmas and, in our typical style, tore through them in a few days. Then she wanted to talk to me about them, but of course because we read too fast I couldn't remember what she was talking about. So I just HAD to reread. Conveniently, the book I was reading was so boring to me that I was more than willing to take a break. More on that soon. But let's pause here a minute and appreciate the nuance of what I just said. I read a book so my daughter and I could talk about it. That means...my little girl is now my book club! The best thing ever! For years my mom and grandmas and sister in love and aunties have been my book club and now my own sweet girl. Love love love. There are limits, though. I'm not going to read The Cupcake Diaries or any of that sissy stuff, but I think soon she'll be reading more of my stuff anyway. Yeeeesss.

As for the half book, the one I took a break from, I decided last night to quit. This is becoming more of a habit of mine, and I hope it doesn't reveal some horrible personality trait, like all serial killers are also book quitters. I'd like to think I am more cognizant of what I like and don't like, despite book covers and appearances, and also that I am more protective of my time and doing what I really want, like spending more time watching Gilmore Girls. Because seriously, that's the moment I realized I wanted to quit. Last night I was watching TV and my show ended but I had a little more spinach dip and carrots left in my bedtime snack bowl. I couldn't go to sleep yet, obviously, but I so badly didn't want to read my book that I watched a whole other episode instead of reading for three minutes.

Anyway, the book is Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker, historical fiction by Jennifer Chiaverini, and I've heard good things about it from my mom and the people who belong to real life book clubs, but I haven't liked very many Civil War books and a little boy died and I'm just bored. The end.