he ends up falling in love with one of the slaves.
The slave wants her to run away with him…she can’t jeopardize her status…she wants him to go and be free….blah blah blah…do they end up together? Is there possibly a pregnancy involved there somewhere?? I don’t know. Why dontcha read it and find out.
It’s very good. But it won’t give you that great “I want to make out with my book” feeling that you get when you finish a REALLY good book. Still. I recommend.
Now I’m reading The Boleyn Inheritance by Philippa Gregory.
So far I love it. I love that it kind of continues from where The Other Boleyn Girl left off and that even though it’s chick lit. it also gives you a lesson on King Henry and his six wives and what exactly went down back then.
It’s funny because when I read books like this I find I start speaking like them. I use the word “privy” and “wanton” and I threaten to send my children to the tower. I think this is just proof of my deep desire to be a Tudor-era, tight puffy dress wearing whore.
3.) I obeyed some of your wishes and went to the animal shelter to see if my stray cat was there…she was not. Although EVERY time Pat passed a black cat he was certain it was her. I would just stare at him like “that cat is PURE black. ??? It looks nothing like my stray.” And he just shrugged and walked to the next black cat and whispered, “I think this is the one Kat!”…and we continued that charade with every black/white cat in the facility. No luck.
However it did occur to me that I’m ready to foster an animal again. Maybe a cat…or maybe a Greyhound again. Cecil was a nice boy.
4.) A parent of one of the kids I watch works in the same building as Bill Gates. She said she fights the urge to throw herself in front of his car on a daily basis in order to receive some kind of payment for her injuries. I think she’s on to something.
5.) Maile called Laina a crackhead yesterday and I SWEAR you guys, she did NOT get that from me. I think it was an accidental word combination on her part…but still…she made mama proud.
6.) My favorite thing I won’t be buying but I really really like but it’s 80 dollars and my conscience tells me that’s too much but my eyes are telling me it’s really really cute and that maybe conscience is just a daft prick:
I love this girl’s Etsy shop. She’s super talented. I bought this sweatshirt from her awhile back and I love it:I wish I could afford to buy every sweatshirt she makes but Conscience is telling me I have enough and that I’m spoiled and that I should just be thankful for my one sweatshirt…but my eyes still want all the sweatshirts. You see what I have to deal with everyday?? My brain is a complex one…always deep in thought.