I have been a bad blogging friend. I am sorry... I have been away from my computer for some time now. I was reading. It happens. My Mom was a reader. If she got into a book she didn't sleep or eat, she would just read. She used to perch herself on the side of her bed and have snacks there, and piles of her books. I can be the same way, so I usually don't read a lot because I can't control myself. BUT, in the last 2 weeks I have read 7 books- and luckily have still been able to get to work and do the things that I need to do. I was dying to get home from work last night. I had half a book waiting. I perch on one end of the couch (futon). I have worn a small hole in the futon cover because that is my place to sit and curl up under the wedding quilt made for us and watch t.v. or read. I usually read a lot of fluff stuff- nothing too deep or serious. On Wed. I needed a book ( yup- like a fix) and I found the only copy of The lovely bones and I saw that as a sign that I finally needed to read it. It was horrifying and heartbreaking in the beginning and I couldn't stop reading and I don't know why because it was so sad, and I read half of it that first night. As I read on, it was still heartbreaking, but so beautiful- so beautifully written. It was like a sculpture, running you hand down a smooth marble surface and the cold of the marble being too cold, yet you can't let go because the softness of the stone is too inviting. It is an amazing book. Read it.