So I’m sending my boy toy packing and stickin’ with my 2nd Sony e-reader of the summer: Miss Scarlett. Aside from that gawdawful cover of hers, she’s a sexy little tart, and we’ve already had quite some fun.
The problem is, Miss Scarlett is like that gossipy girlfriend: y’know the type: the one you spend way too much time dishing with over a few drinks when really you should be doing something more constructive?
Aside from returning stuff at Wal-Mart, one of the items on my list of THINGS I HATE TO DO is leave a book unfinished. I just don’t like doing it. I feel like I failed somehow. Yet, maybe it’s because I’m growing older and realizing life is short and sweet – I am starting to mellow a bit and have grown lax from time to time. (Hence the list of books I have left unfinished slowly yet steadily increasing in number). I’m going to have to add another book to that list. The book club meeting for this month’s choice was tonight, and I still hadn’t managed to get farther than the half way point in this book. Hence (I seem to like using that word) why I’m hanging out here rather than out with the ladies sipping wine and talking smack.
Because in the case of this book, some smack talk there would be. (I just love Yoda-isms).
This month’s pick was Soon I Will Be Invincible by Austin Grossman.
On the surface, the book seemed intriguing enough, if a little weird. All about superheroes and super villains and their personal angst and foibles and…
In the words of my 6-year-old, “IT WAS SO BO-ooo-RING.”
Really. I don’t know why exactly- the writing just didn’t hit me. I didn’t care that Dr. Impossible was a super-genius. I didn’t care that CoreFire (whoever the hell he was) is missing. And I didn’t care that some 1/2 robotic version of the Bionic Woman was getting all excited to join the super heroes (and possibly get into one of the superdude’s tights).
So here I am, trying to force myself to care whether Dr. Impossible will finally take over the world, and there is Miss Scarlett – silently seductive – just waiting, knowing I’d be much happier with her and her stockpile of romance novels just a thumb swipe away.
Over and over again, the e-reader won. And Dr. Impossible just had to stick it.
Sometimes, on the rare occasion I don’t finish the book before a book club meeting occurs, I will still endeavor to get it done. Not this time.
Oh no sir.
CoreFire can stay missing, and Dr. Impossible can do whatever it is he does on his remote island/underground lab/lair.
Miss Scarlett and I are going to get together to read some more steamy sexxoring.
I just can’t say no to her.
And she knows it, the damn little enabler.
Melonie Johnson 