I must be an English teacher. Either that or someone who has a great love for reading and writing.

I have three novels on the go this week, and each of them totally different novels. One is about a young liberated Chinese women. The book is banned in China, so it makes it that much more exciting to read. The second is a German translation called “In search of an impotent man”, and what an interesting read that is. (Weird to see the German names), and the third is called “Naked Sleeper.” I must confess that the first and last were purchased at Zeller’s, and they were marked down. Not that I am cheap, but at 2.99 a pop, I snatched them up.

I am an avid reader, but have not read much in the last few years. I have a rule. If my attention is not captured within the last three chapters, the book is dismissed until a time that I have NOTHING better to do but give it a second try. I think my last great conquest was the ridiulous series of Shopaholic books. There is something so fab about picking up those trashy beach novels at the airport in London. "I dream of Capri" was another one if I remember correctly.

I am particularly taken by passages from random pieces of literature. I am amazed that I can relate and feel so close to something written by someone that I do not even know, who comes from a different country or even lifestyle. I am anxious to share an extended excerpt with a near and dear.

I miss traveling quite a bit and am anxious to travel again in the next few weeks. Seestor is very excited that I will be in town in the next few weeks as there are some events that we will partake in. And I am busy working on my bid for next month. Somehow I want to make three different trips, Paris, London, and Vancouver. But I want to get a free weekend to go to Vancouver, and two other weekends for friend’s weddings. I am a perpetual dreamer.

Hugs and Kisses.