reading.

okay, went to the library, read In Her Shoes by jennifer weiner yeasterday. i just can't get into this kind of story. took me a little over an hour to read, i admit i was skimming by the end. how can you be bored while you are reading? i took out a number of trade paperbacks yesterday, playful romps throught he lives of average women, commentary on their lives and their shoes and their men.

i have always thought of literature, good literature, as an escape for me. and yet this particular book made me merely irritated. i found myself often saying to the main characters "so get over it" and "deal with it". what creates a good plot for me? a combination of universal dillema, one i can relate to, and a strength in will to solve it. to go beyond the mundane, the ordinary. to create new solutions, gain new insights into one's being and motivations.

i think i am headed back to the biography section this week. those written about have to be intersteing, i suppose - or their bios would never find their way to a shelf. "ordinary" people with extraordinary problems (and solutions?).

one interesting fact - this book contained a number of poems, from elizabeth bishop to e.e. cummings. i recognized them right away - and it was a jerk back into a more substantial, meaningful reality. where did my daily poetry reads go? i felt like someone who reds poetry for a moment - or one who read poetry. back to the economy of words this week. more is less.