Sound like the beginning of a really bad joke. No offense to bookworms. Or zoos, for that matter.
Lisa asked yesterday in the comments what the zoo is like in the dead of winter. Personally, I like going to the zoo throughout the year - to see the changing seasons and to see the animals react in different ways to the temperatures. Besides, I buy my kids nice winter coats every year and I like to use them. I am not opposed to bundling all of us up for outside romps. Although, it was pretty cold yesterday and by the end of the visit, I asked my friend Susan if my nose was still attached to my face because I could no longer feel my nose.
One thing that Susan and I noticed first off during our visit is that the animals were really, really aware that we were THERE. Many were coming to the window specifically to check us out. The tigers were so active, we were a little skeeved and became cautious that they might spray us (sadly, an experience I had last year when I was at the Mirage in Vegas.) Susan and I wondered if the animals become immune/disinterested in people after awhile when there are long parades of gawkers throughout the warmer weather. Since we were virtually the only people at the zoo that day, we were guessing that the animals were not used to seeing actual, live humans besides the zookeepers.
Truthfully, it was nice to get bundled up, tromp through some slushy snow and simply enjoy fresh, non-recycled air. Is it the best time of the year to go to the zoo? No. Not really. However, we have a membership (read: sunk cost) and heading to the zoo for a few hours makes for a nice outing. It was also pleasant to have the zoo to ourselves and relax in the quiet.
Today, my brain has been sauteed in a spicy sauce of Mucinex D and therefore, in lieu of a proper segue........
Recently, I joined the Book Lushes online book club (started by the lovely Jonniker!) Thus far, it is a fun spot to discuss books, reading and the like. The first selection is The Help by Kathryn Stockett. Last month, The Tongie Book Club mentioned this book and decided to read it for a future selection - I picked up a copy at Costco for all of 13 bucks and immediately began reading it. Then, I saw Book Lushes had selected it as a selection as well. And since I am all about lobbing stones at hapless birdies, I joined up with Book Lushes. I am not sure how the actual discussion of the book will pan out, but I am enjoying the forum itself. It is nice to hang out with like-minded gals in a drama-free environment. I highly recommend the forum and be sure to feel me up if you join.
The Help is incredibly engrossing, yet it is not full of shocking revelations. Like most folks not living in caves or under rocks, I have already read or seen most of what is discussed in this book. Racism in the 60s is a much-traveled topic, no? However. The author does an incredible job of weaving a complex story without melodrama. She has created fully established characters and the author did an excellent job of not simply strutting out caricatures. And I love seeing the same story from a variety of viewpoints.
Overall, I have been on a reading rampage this year - I was going to make an official resolution to read 50 books this year, but decided to simply make a resolution to make my reading worthwhile this year. All too often, I get sucked into a Bad Read and then waste time Plodding through it simply because I like to know the ending. This year? I am officially a Skimmer. If I am not caring for a book, then I will commence with The Skimming to just get it over with. Sadly, this year it has already applied to The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, A Thousand Acres and The Memory of Running. The Memory of Running was odd because it sort of had TWO stories. One of which I ended up skimming and the other I read and LOVED. Again, odd.
I find it nearly impossible actually Quit a book. Over the years, I have read some compelling stuff that took me a good 150 pages to get into, so for me, it is incredibly easy to get all Brokeback Mountain over a book. But I am determined to convert to Skimming.
Are you a Plodder, a Skimmer or a Quitter?
If you are a Quitter, how do you know when to quit a book?