The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

I read 13 books in the month of June? And I could of read more if it weren't for all the time I devoted to other things... like perusing book stores and Goodwill and hosting couple tv marathons. Why am I so happy and content with not having a life? Well, on to Dexter season 4. More proof of my lack of a life. And my interest in serial killers? Not really. I must admit this Trinity Killer could be the creepiest of all time. Will never watch 3rd Rock From The Sun again.




Watch out JGL! He's gonna rape you... in a bath tub.

:(

Going now.

I am currently reading a novel by Agatha Christie. This reminded me that many of my younger years were spent solving important crimes with Nancy Drew. I miss her dearly. I'd like to add her to my GoodReads list and give her the props she so obviously deserves yet I can't remember which of the books I've read and which I have not. Sorry Nance.