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Support and PSYCH MAJOR SYNDROME
Friday, September 11, 2009 at 10:59AM
Okay, hopefully this will be a really quick blog post because I am totally slammed for work today and this book has happily derailed enough of my life already.
First off, I want to thank everyone who was so supportive about my Really Big News. To those of you who read this on my blog (www.finalword.org) but especially to everyone who reads it on Facebook, thank you so, so much. It wasn't an easy thing for me to talk about, I've been cagey and nervous about it forever, and you all reminded me what the power of the internet really is--the ability to connect people in ways that shock, surprise, and totally humble you. I feel so honored and privileged to have all of you in my life.
So, to get back to PSYCH MAJOR SYNDROME, this was a book that I have been uber desperate to read, but my new thing is eBooks and it wasn't out as an eBook yet. So I kept putting it off, until, on the way to visit my dad in the hospital yesterday (he had surgery, he's fine and home now), my brother suggests a very quick hop into Barnes and Nobles.
This warranted an instinctual grab. It was the only thing I could think of that I really wanted to read at that moment. So I grabbed. And I paid. And I read.
I only got about 20 pages in while at the hospital, and then once I got home I sat down to exhaustedly do some work before bed. At midnight I struggle upstairs to collapse in bed, and decide to read a few pages.
Oh, big, big mistake. Huge. At 130 I literally ejected the book from my bed--I threw it down, in fact, and I think I might have even grumbled, "NO MORE!". Not because I didn't like it, quite the opposite--the book is so damn engaging, so funny (and I NEVER think a book is funny, I was totally laughing out loud all night), that I wanted to read it all. I exercised a strong will, however, and put it down.
Bigger mistake. My heart was literally racing in bed, and my mind kept riveting back to the story as I blinked at the ceiling.
20 minutes later I caved. At 3am I finished, and I LOVED IT!!! (Dammit, I just looked up the author, Alicia Thompson, on her website and there was a trailer and now I want to read this book AGAIN.) She writes a dynamite romance story and Leigh (the protagonist) is quirky and neurotic and cries.
That's right, she cries. It bugs me to no end when women don't cry in books when they're emotionally upset or being really harshly yelled at, because I'm always like, dude, whether its now or later, I would totally be bawling right there. So she cried, and it was good.
Scratch that, it rocked. Read immediately.
First off, I want to thank everyone who was so supportive about my Really Big News. To those of you who read this on my blog (www.finalword.org) but especially to everyone who reads it on Facebook, thank you so, so much. It wasn't an easy thing for me to talk about, I've been cagey and nervous about it forever, and you all reminded me what the power of the internet really is--the ability to connect people in ways that shock, surprise, and totally humble you. I feel so honored and privileged to have all of you in my life.
So, to get back to PSYCH MAJOR SYNDROME, this was a book that I have been uber desperate to read, but my new thing is eBooks and it wasn't out as an eBook yet. So I kept putting it off, until, on the way to visit my dad in the hospital yesterday (he had surgery, he's fine and home now), my brother suggests a very quick hop into Barnes and Nobles.
This warranted an instinctual grab. It was the only thing I could think of that I really wanted to read at that moment. So I grabbed. And I paid. And I read.
I only got about 20 pages in while at the hospital, and then once I got home I sat down to exhaustedly do some work before bed. At midnight I struggle upstairs to collapse in bed, and decide to read a few pages.
Oh, big, big mistake. Huge. At 130 I literally ejected the book from my bed--I threw it down, in fact, and I think I might have even grumbled, "NO MORE!". Not because I didn't like it, quite the opposite--the book is so damn engaging, so funny (and I NEVER think a book is funny, I was totally laughing out loud all night), that I wanted to read it all. I exercised a strong will, however, and put it down.
Bigger mistake. My heart was literally racing in bed, and my mind kept riveting back to the story as I blinked at the ceiling.
20 minutes later I caved. At 3am I finished, and I LOVED IT!!! (Dammit, I just looked up the author, Alicia Thompson, on her website and there was a trailer and now I want to read this book AGAIN.) She writes a dynamite romance story and Leigh (the protagonist) is quirky and neurotic and cries.
That's right, she cries. It bugs me to no end when women don't cry in books when they're emotionally upset or being really harshly yelled at, because I'm always like, dude, whether its now or later, I would totally be bawling right there. So she cried, and it was good.
Scratch that, it rocked. Read immediately.
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