The End is Near

May 27, 2009 at 9:51 am | Posted in Book Blather | 12 Comments

It’s Wednesday.  By this time next week, I will be living in my new house with my man Rocket Scientist.  The wedding invitations are going out tomorrow.  The moving van is pulling up Sunday morning.

What does all this mean?  Aside from the bafflement of our families and friends, who were all certain neither of us would ever marry again?  The culmination of four years of abiding friendship?  The opportunity to save scads of money on rent?

What does it mean?  What does it mean?  It means I’m never going to have time to read any more!

I’m freaking out, you guys.  My bachelorette days are through.  No more can I leave self-help books lying around where they might be seen.  Alas, it’s time to say goodbye to three-hour bathtub reading binges.  Say hello to explaining why I might want to read a 900-page historical romance novel like Outlander.  Or maybe a Cosmo.

Is it really possible for a married lady to stir the soup while holding a book in her other hand?  Read while flossing?  Or, God forbid, page idly through something while tuning out one of my relations on the phone?  (Not that I would ever actually do something like that – purely hypothetical scenario.  Really).

All the married people I know with full-time jobs read less than I do.  I assume this is because they talk to each other and do things other than read.  But… how?  (I think I’m down with ‘why’).

Anyway, I’m trying to make the most of it.  I read something like 700 pages yesterday, deep in denial about how much I have left to pack.  There are still two shelves of books out because I was convinced I’d have time to read them before I moved.  Wait, maybe I do!

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