Sunday 11 December 2011

I'm slacking in everything

sorry all, but I am having one of those time—you know the ones that make you want to do nothing but sit on your ass as you wake day after day swirl by? No? Well, maybe it's just me!

So, normally I would have at least 3 books to review over the weekend--yeah, 2 in my min, but 3-4 is what I hope to gain (I'm doing great in that). Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I don't seem to want to read anything and believe me, especially this weekend, I have actually tried, which you can tell by the fact that I had 2 postings yesterday. But I only actually read one of those books.

Last night I tried to read, Claire de Lune by Christine Johnson, getting up to page 77 which, and this is a semi, maybe, but probly not, spoiler, about the book—but it’s up to the part where she’s learnt what she is, and I just couldn’t go on anymore. I didn’t like the way the mum was acting about it, about teaching her daughter—basically brushing everything off with a ‘I remember how scary it all was but I’m not actually going to tell you anything until I believe your ready’—cause that’s what she would have wanted her mother to do back then, not treat her like she could actually take it, even with a slight panic attack.