All Hallow’s Eve

For the first time in my adult life, I’m living somewhere where there’s a good chance there will be trick or treaters coming to my door.

And I’m just tickled a tasteful shade of red about it.

Now is the time where we decide What Kind of Trick Or Treat House we will be. Will we be generous with the portions, or mindful of the children’s dental health? A few bits of candy corn or full-size chocolate bars? Stacey has purchased a couple big bags of an assortment of candies… do we give each kid one item, or drop a handful in their bag?

Decisions, decisions… though I’m leaning towards an all-out candyfest.

What time does this stuff happen nowadays, anyway?

Book Log – Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason

Okay… I’m kind of embarrassed to be listing this one. But…

Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason by Helen Fielding

Okay. So I was in an airport a while back about to board a two hour flight and I had not brought a book. I rushed into one of those kiosky news stands that have about 7 books available. This was the only book that looked palatable, and hey, I liked the movie okay. It was that or some Jackie Collins rubbish.

I read a little bit of it on the flight, then took a nap.

It sat in my Unread Books pile for a long time. A year? Maybe more?

A couple weeks ago, I was looking for something mindless to read. Voila!

It’s a silly little book. The diary format is enjoyable. Every few days I would put it down and say “forget it, why am I bothering to read about this hopeless woman with self-help book addictions?” But I have a compulsion to finish any story I start, no matter how bad. I have very seldom been able to walk out in the middle of a movie or not finish a book without some severe mental reprecussions. One of the few exceptions is The Lord of the Rings, because for some reason, I just don’t care about those fat hobbits and their silly ring. I know I should, to be a geek worth a geek’s salt, but I don’t.

Six or seven months ago, I watched half of School of Rock with Jack Black, and it’s been nagging me ever since. I know it’s a mediocre movie with a predictable ending, but I still need to see it.

Anyway, I finished it. It’s done. If you like reading fairly witty books about pathetically neurotic women, then this is the book for you.