Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Trust issues will not be solved by chic lit
Do you ever get lost in a book (usually trashy, chic lit) and go into that dream like state when you think of the book? Well, I do. I just finished "a hopeless romantic" by harriet evans. I know, even the title is lame, eh? Whatever, deal.
My personal library tends to consist mostly of romantic little love stories about a girl in a big city with a few self help, how-to and inspirational books thrown in the mix. The reason being that when I read it's my escape from everything stressful or depressing that has the possibility of raising my blood pressure. Not that I have high blood pressure mind you, but I tend to be take things pretty seriously and don't need any added stress from a book.
Anywho, I'll admit it. I just get totally lost. This 500+ pager sent me day dreaming on my way to work, during my swim at lunch, etc just imagining that maybe someday I'll be that girl with that job in that city with that kind of boy. Like maybe if I read more of them I won't have to do anything about this whole letting someone in thing and trusting a guy and it will just *poof* happen to me one day. Right. What a load of crap I've been feeding myself. I think I need to start reading something of substance.