Beep-beep-(yawn)-boop.

So I've been reading - and reading and reading - "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert and I just cannot get into it, which is a total bummer. I've had the book nearly a year, and it's been waiting so patiently to be read, but it's just not my cup of tea. It doesn't hold my interest, and it makes me feel like a bad person because it's a book about self-discovery and God and finding balance.

Maybe that should tell me something.

I started reading it this week to hold me over until I get my hands on "New Moon" - the second in the Twilight series. I thought it'd be a quick read. But, no. And I'm still not done. Yawn.

I guarantee when I get "New Moon" I'll read it in a day-and-a-half.

My beau ("beau," ha. I just felt I needed to say that word. Makes me feel English. Because I need to feel English?) has made nasty hints that maybe, just maybe, when he arrives tonight he'll have a copy of the book just for me.

He knows the way directly to my heart: teen romance novels about vampires.

I done learned him well.

Now with my luck, he'll show up sans "New Moon," and all those hints would have just been friendly banter, and all my hopes and dreams will be crushed. Le... sigh.