
Oh no. Is it happening? Has my time as an avid, obsessive reader come to an end? After the mess of
Castration Celebration and having completed
The Runaways, I find myself with nothing to read. And nothing sparks my interest. I am listening to,
Linger, the sequel to
Shiver, and finding it so horribly painful. Maybe
Castration and
Linger have destroyed my already precarious interest in turbo-reading. Also I've had some nasty tummy bug for three days now. Oh and there are no more
Lauren Myracle books in the Winnie series left to devour. Grim. Things are grim, indeed. If I blame it on those factors I might be less likely to panic. But the thing is, its more than that. I have a new obsession. And when I have a new obsession, well, that generally means good-bye to the old one. My new obsession is Alice. Oh if it were
Naylor's series! Oh if it were
Go Ask Alice! Then the reading could continue. Alas, no. My
Alice obsession is with the
sitcom. The amazing sitcom from the 70s and 80s staring
Linda Lavin,
Vic Tayback,
Beth Howland,
Philip McKeon,
Polly Holiday, followed by
Diane Ladd and
Cecila Weston. What a wonderful show. What
wonderful theme songs! There were
several variations, did you know? What will happen? Will I read again? Or will I be singing "There's a new girl in town and she's lookin good!" and saying "Kiss ma grits!" for the next six months? As with all of life, only time will tell.
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