Headphones On

A few days ago I was at my best friend's house and borrowed a book from one of her many 'can i read this? yeah but i haven't read it yet so give it back when yer done' bookshelves. I am always looking for contemporary fiction to take my mind off things. This isn't such a bad thing except... it took me 200 pages into the novel to finally hit the realization "umm... i've read this". They always say the memory is the first thing to go. What happens when you didn't really have one in the first place? Particularly with only 50 pages left to go?

In honor of my literary forgetfulness, I picked up a new book from a local author today when I was out on lunch gallivanting about. Ok, there wasn't much gallivanting but there definitely was an 'about' as we wandered farther than normal from the 9-5. The book has been getting rave reviews about town and such and this local author originally had a blog from which this was based. I thought it would be a bit like 'The World According to Mimi Smartypants'... ya know bits of her blog interwoven to tell the not-quite story of her life. Not the case, this was much more the memoir to fill in the gaps and give us a march larger perspective. As I re-filled the bath up with warm water a hundred pages in I dropped my bookmark into the bubbles. Oh well, I'll hafta read it all the way through since I'm anti-corner creases. I did. Even if I forget tomorrow that I read this book (and then subsequently loaned it someone else and forgot that too), at least I'm still of clear enough mind to start and finish a book in one sitting. Although I did have to add more hot water to the bath more than once. I found it rather freakish as I turned the pages that not only is this a local author, she lives in my neighborhood... and by "lives in" i mean within a 2 or 3 block radius. She could be the girl across the hall for all I know, as she has described to a tee (tea? is someone describing caffeine or golf) the various streets and hangouts that I could practically spit out the window and hit. Granted, I don't spit and I don't open the screens on the windows... but still.