Dang Angela and Her Ashes...

I don't read much these days. I think the last time I was reading-for pleasure-on a regular basis was when Kennedy and Julia were the only little Tatro children. I would read because I had always been a reader and got great pleasure from it. I would sit and devour a book, unable to put it down. Then at the end of the day I would look around me and my house would be a mess and my children would have been neglected all day, sent off to entertain themselves while I read my book. I would feel bad and tell myself that the next time I would just read a chapter at a time. I would just read when the baby was down for a nap, for just 1/2 an hour. Or maybe just when the kids were in bed. Turns out i didn't have the self-control for that. But I've been missing it terribly. I read a book back in May when I went to the beach and it felt so good to be between the covers again! So I've been thinking about giving myself another try. It's hard to get to the library, though. I mean, especially the adult section. Picture books, sure, but grown-up books? Historical fiction? (My fave genre). Not a chance. Well then a couple days ago Lincoln comes home from work with a stack of books his boss loaned him. In the pile was Angela's Ashes. Hey! I said. I should totally read this! Everyone else on the planet has. It's a sign. So I began. I've done pretty well so far with the whole not neglecting my kids thing. But I've been up late. Bawling my eyes out. Let me just say here that I rarely, if ever, cry when I'm watching a movie. But books. Books are another story altogether. I cry like a baby. I'm about half way through the book-No spoilers in the comments section please!!!-and I just want to finish it to end the pain. So if anyone has a good light read they'd like to recommend for when I'm done with this heart-wrencher, please let me know!