BookSlut: Adventures in Bibliophilia

2004-01-22T17:30:00.000-07:00

There are times when I wish that I could physically eat a book and by digestion absorb the information from that book. This desire probably stems from my love of literature and food. (I love crunchy foods and gum, and I tend to get lots of tension in my jaw.) Recently, I had a dream wherein I was eating a hardcover book. The cover tasted like an ice cream cone, and I enjoyed feeling it dissolve in my mouth.

My goal this year is to read 10 books a month. Or at least try for that. I'm beginning to think that by reading that many books, I will have to forgo living a real life. So maybe, just average 10 books every two months.

2004-01-17T08:24:00.000-07:00

I enjoy watching "Sex in the City", sans Carrie. Carrie embodies everything I hate about ChickLit. A stupid, alcohol-swigging, cigarette-smoking woman who philosophizes to death about why she's single. Oh boo hoo. Whine to somebody who cares. But I find very lovable traits in sexpot Sam, cynical Miranda, and sweet Charlotte. This is probably because I have all of those people in me--sexpot, cynic, and sweet. But Carrie's whiny, weak, passive-aggressive stance is not part of me, or else I'm trying to exorcise it.

That said, "Sex in the City" is this self-proclaimed intellectual's guilty, girlie pleasure.

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2004-01-15T19:04:00.000-07:00

The name for this blog "BookSlut" originated in a joke with my husband. Because of my deep and abiding obsession with books, he teased that he could get sexual favors in return for a trip to any local bookstore chain. And he almost could. The only thing stopping me from such an exchange is my belief that some things are sacred and should not be cheapened by prostitution. Like buying books. Even for one's husband.

I am, of course, teasing on that one. [Or am I?]

2004-01-13T14:07:00.000-07:00

Today: A gynecologist appointment. Which went very well. My doctor was glad to see that I've lost 60 pounds since last year's checkup.

Have gone on a book shopping spree. Atlas Shrugged. Gone With the Wind. 1984. Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Walden. The Clothes They Stood Up In. Found them all in good condition at a used bookstore.

I'm at the very young age of 22. Going through the musical stage of No Doubt. Who wouldn't love to be beautiful like Gwen Stefani and sing thoughtful, artistic songs. If books weren't my life, music would be. Always wanted to be a singer/songwriter, but lack of ability to compose has hindered me, nearly as much as my stage fright has.

So. I'm just a girl. In the world. That's all that you'll let me be.

2004-01-09T09:10:00.000-07:00

Today has been a beautiful day. Even though I had to be up early to get to the library. Peanut butter and bread and applesauce for lunch. I'm on Weight Watchers and this is an easy meal to cart to work.

Currently reading The Last Promise by Richard Paul Evans. Personally, I don't care to read such an obvious author, i.e. Nicholas Sparks. Both these authors don't have enough subtly, subterfuge--interest. So, why am I reading it?

Book Club. By turns, I love it and hate it. My group is rather conservative, so I have to be careful about suggesting sexless, nonviolent, etc. interesting books.

2004-01-08T18:13:00.000-07:00

I'm sitting at my usual post in the library. Who would think that this quiet, albeit, beautiful little girl is a book slut?

You've heard of crack whores?

I'm a book slut. Same principle. So, lets find out what this little BookSlut will do to own more books.