Sitting by the pool

I just like this picture. Taken while driving on the 5 freeway from Tahoe back to LA. Looks good.

Today has been nice. Went and sat by the pool with my book. Got a little bit of sun and read for awhile. I think that's the best. I finished "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey about a week ago. It was okay. I liked it up until the middle. Not that I hated it, but I'm not overly fond of it. Although I really liked the character of Leonard, so I intend to embark upon reading "My Friend Leonard" by James Frey also. My friend says she read "A Million Little Pieces" when everyone thought it was real. She feels so duped that she refuses to read another book by him. I'm glad I read it when I did, as I think I would've felt the same way. I have to say that I think I wouldn't have believed it was real if I was told that. Only because I know that most of that stuff couldn't have happened. It was a little too unreal and too perfect. All wrapped up in a nice ribbon. Couldn't have happened that way. I didn't like how it was embellished so much. I definitely could've done with it a little toned down. We'll see how I like his next book.

I also just finished (sitting by the pool today) "Choke" by Chuck Palahniuk. I really, really enjoyed it. I can see why so many people have recommended this author to me. His writing style is very simplistic, but really good. And the story was great. Just the right amount of sarcasm and wit that I enjoy. I think I'll have to read more books by him. Kinda like Robbins or Vonnegut, but different. Has his own writing style, which I enjoyed. It's funny how it seems that I'm on this quest to read about addictions or something. It's my next theme, I suppose.

I'm actually going to have to start writing in this blog from home now. No more sitting and drinking coffee at work in the early morning typing away here. Our company has blocked blogs now. Funny. I suppose it's not because people are reading my book blog. So, I get to find some downtime at home to "tap-tap" away at the keyboard and reach out to the few people that read this thing. I still think books are good for the soul. And if there isn't a soul, it's still good for you. Like vitamins, a little a day. That's my advice anyways. Go curl up in your favorite sunspot and read about Alice chasing the white rabbit. Expand the mind and get away from the world for a minute, hopefully a bit longer...