Life's moving on. The family is good. Miles spent the whole night last night searching for a paper that he threw somewhere that had a list of things he wanted to learn about. He employed the help of his younger brothers to help him find it. My room was searched three or four times and I was continuously be interrogated. They eventually found the paper, it was in the cupboard in the twins room. Then Miles proceeded to tell the boys all about the things he wanted to learn. From crop circles to the Winchester Mansion. Mom and I over heard him telling the twins about Titchwuba, or however you spell her name. I was never concerned with such things when I was 11. I was more concerned with 4 Square and the boys at school.
Mom and I sat and talked about books last night as usual. She's been trying to get me to read a book called Ventia by Georgette Heyer. And, I'm just not very interested in it. I've read one book by the same author, and it didn't really impress me. I really have started reading Ventia. But then I got The Host and got distracted. Now, I just haven't put it back in my bag yet.
Mom and I are alike in a lot of ways, but I'm starting to find that our taste in books, at least, can be completely opposite. I love reading crazy dramatic romances that I don't really have to think about, or science fiction novels, or fantasy and what not. I'm not really into novels that involve thinking. Ok, that sounds bad, but I read to escape the pressures of life. And I have a very short attention span when it comes to books. I find myself getting bored within less than a chapter. I've read very few book that didn't catch me within the first page. But, I have read a lot of books.
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