I was out and about (before I started working full-time again-when I actually had a life and could be just out and about in the middle of any given day) at one of my favorite thrift stores (I can't tell you---it's a gem very far from my house and I don't get there nearly enough.) I have been thinking of these hand-carved wooden masks that I left behind and have regretted it ever since. I really had a nice home for them and I am certain some middle aged cat lady picked them up and decided they would look lovely on her rattan shelving unit with her macrame flowerpot covers holding cacti she talks to in the middle of the night while performing voodoo on her long lost loves) Ugh. Just the thought brings a tear to my eye.
So anyway...I am scoping out the books (like always because when you find something for 59 cents and it ends up being worth thousands of dollars to you and your heart...let me tell YOU...it's a DREAM) I have scored an entire collection of brand new Harry Potter leather bound books with dust sleeves for the kiddos for like 2 bucks. Honestly...people just don't understand the satisfaction one can get from such a find. It's like gamblers hitting a jackpot. Only they spend and spend and I count out change to the clerk and smile the entire time. Sometimes I even use my really shiny change just be certain I am giving my full heart to the purchase.
I came across this book. It had an interesting cover. Something blue and something a bit artistic. I read the back. I put in the stack of books I had already collected on my venture and proceeded to the next item I could conquer and destroy.
The book is/was....
"I myself am made entirely of flaws...stitched together with good intentions"
It is amazing. Since reading the book in 2.2 days (I put it down momentarily to fetch a drink of water or tear the wrapper from a granola bar to get nutrients needed) and then immediately got on amazon.com (LOVE) to order more and more from the absolutely HILARIOUS author.
I since then have devoured them one by one (and not slowly). If I could actually consume them and make them a part of me, I would most likely do so. One at a time...laughing my @$$ off the entire way through. They are like my own little dirty secret that I can laugh at the vulgar humor and not have everyone know entirely how corrupt my mind is.
Next I read...
Which most likely you have heard of from the Major Motion Picture I am dreading seeing because I know it will fall so short of what is portrayed in the literature that it basically is a waste of my time...and during that time I could be off reading yet ANOTHER gem by Augusten (and I call him by his first name because we are TIGHT like that)
Now I am reading...
and I find myself tucking the little ones into bed early, getting my house all ready for the night, snuggling up into bed, and opening up the pages (glancing at the clock and realizing it is in fact 8:30 on the dot and I am in BED) ready to consume :)
If you have not yet experienced the humor, the wit, the all around hilariousness of this knowingly gay, Manhattan living, dog loving, college t-shirt wearing, absolutely effed up childhood adolescent whom somehow grew to be an amazing writer without ever actually knowing it, please take the time to do so.
He's awesome
Augusten...this is for you. YOU ROCK and I absolutely ADORE you! :) Keep it up...
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