vo·ra·cious (vô-rā'shəs, və-) adj.
1. Consuming or eager to consume great amounts of food; ravenous.
2. Having or marked by an insatiable appetite for an activity or pursuit; greedy: a voracious reader.
I know that compared to women who have to get up each day and walk miles for water my life is a piece of cake. And in all seriousness, those women are never far from my thoughts because I know my life here in the United States is pretty darn peachy.
As peachy and great as my life is I still get a yen to indulge in some pretty decadent and indulgent behavior. Like I did this weekend for instance. I had a perfectly good rationalization too. Week before last I was busy getting sick and getting ready for Shmoo's 18th birthday party and that pretty much shot that week AND last weekend. I sure didn't get to read very much.
Yeah, I know you are probably thinking about those two books I posted about. In my defense I read those two books over a week. I think. Or, maybe even 10 days. That's slow reading for me. Besides I'm counting on all of you to be on my side here.
Anyway, this past week I was busy recovering, catching up with work and complaining on my blog. A busy and full week, no? *tongue firmly in cheek* Still not too much reading getting done. No book buying getting done for sure. Then the weekend rolled around again.
GG and I did our swimming, our grocery shopping, I made, as you know, quite a few book purchases, and we came home and did most of the rest of our weekend chores. We were busy little worker bees. So much so that I felt completely comfortable rewarding myself on Sunday with a little reading. Of course, there is no such thing is there? A little reading?
So here's my confession. I finished three books this weekend. I finished the Kresley Cole book Saturday night and then knocked out both the Anne Stuart FIRE AND ICE and the third O'Sullivan brother book by Kathleen O'Reilly NIGHTCAP on Sunday. Decadent AND voracious wasn't it?
I ask you though, how could I resist the temptation? First, I had all those lovely new books I'd just purchased. Then Beanie was working at the final matinee of GUYS AND DOLLS, which GG and I caught Saturday night btw, Shmoo was making the world a happy place by serving up Big Macs, and GG went out for his last long run in preparation of his half marathon on Mother's Day weekend. You know what that means right? A quiet and empty house.
What was I to do left home alone with all that lovely sunshine and silence?
Man, I was spoiled. Mother's Day is in two weeks, but I had the best day ever. After lunch and a chat with GG it was back to reading.
As a result I was patient and listened to Shmoo's woes at work when he got home. Beanie came home and had to tell me all about the final performance of Gs&Ds and the cast party. And GG, well he went to bed with a smile on his face. Yep, it was a very good day.
Shhhhhhh...don't tell my guys though. They think the turkey sausage and scrambled egg whites and dry english muffin they will be preparing for me in a couple of weeks is what is going to float my boat. I don't have the heart to tell them that "Silence is golden" had to be coined by a Mother who loved to read.