My imagination has run amuck.
It was a quiet weekend and aside from lofty running and writing goals and a baseball series, I didn't have much on the docket.
On Saturday, I woke up and got in a 9 mile run. Not the 10-11 I had hoped for, but I did 9 and felt good. The fact that my knees weren't screaming on Sunday is hopefully a sign I'm getting stronger.
After the run, I made a list of books people had recommended to me in my D is for Dystopian post, and headed out for my local library.
Let me just take a moment to express to you all how much I love my library. Serious. I love this place. It's old, dingy, and in desperate need of expansion / facelift / demolition / rebuild... I don't know. It needs help. But in the meantime, there's no better way for me to kill time than to trudge into the YA/Children's basement and see what treasures I can find.
I did a first this weekend: I had a two book weekend.
One on Saturday, one on Sunday. How decadent!
This would be great except one was Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson and the other was Life As We Knew It by Susan Beth Pfeffer.
By time I finished, I didn't want to eat but I couldn't decide if it was because I was afraid of getting fat or because I felt the need to ration the food in my pantry.
I feel most disturbed by Pfeffer's book. I still feel the need to buy bottled water and canned goods. But I can't forget how beautifully written Anderson's book was. I came across numerous passages I wanted to underline for future reference, except it was a library book and that wouldn't have been very civic-minded of me.
I didn't get any writing done, but I fed my inner author with two excellent books, so I feel it was a fair trade. Now I'm off to find hopeful, inspirational quotes and pictures of life. I need to scrub my brain from my dystopian-induced crazy imagination.