I’ve done “True Confessions Tuesday” and “True Confessions Thursday” before. I’ve never done one on a Saturday before, probably because it doesn’t have quite as good a ring to it. So my confession is this: I’m tired of writing about The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. I’m still enjoying reading it, but I can’t seem to come up with any profound thoughts about it, probably because I’m writing about it too often, and in small chunks. I hope that if I take a break for a few days and have a chance to look at bigger sections of it I’ll be able to come up with better thoughts than “I’m worried Joe is going to run off and join the Army.”
So then there’s the question: what the heck do I write about tonight? I just said I wasn’t writing about K&C (even though I sort of still am). I’m not reading anything else except Paradise Lost (hahahahahahahaha—I’m not really reading that. I think it’s pretty amusing that Bethany and I are going to finish our first reading challenge on Postcards from Purgatory in Purgatory). But I am going to start a book somewhat soon, my August Numbers Challenge Book: Candace Bushnell’s masterwork, Sex and the City.
You’ll probably be asking yourselves at some point how in the heck Sex and the City ended up on a reading list with Pulitzer Prize winners and books written by Nobel Laureates? The answer is simple. I was drinking when I made up my book list and I thought it would be funny. I also thought it would be an easy read wedged in the midst of many very long books. And, not least of all, I used to quite like chick lit, and Sex and the City may or may not be one of the “grandmothers” of the chick lit genre. I’ll talk more about my love affair with the TV series that was based on this book when I actually start reading it. I hope I like the book, I really do, because I loved the TV show. But I hope that if I don’t like it, I can find lots of things in it to make fun of.