*mush*

wearing: blue kitty pj's, black slippers
eating: a red pepper.
listening to: im in durham.

That book is definitely growing on me. After enduring the better part of three pages talking about a battery, I thought I would never live to read the end of 'Snow Falling on Cedars'. But then... the romances started. I was drawn in like a fool by the innocence, the passion, and the poor afflicted boy named Ishmael. Not that I haven't been moved by the struggles of Kabuo and his family, but I have to say that it was Ishmael and his love for Hatsue that captured my heart. *sighs* ...Before I knew it, I had read 150 pages. Dammit David Guterson you sly, sly old fox, you have me eating right out of the palm of your hand!
Metaphorically speaking.

xoxo