Bookworm

I love to read.
Anything and everything, it just makes me happy.
Serious, funny, fiction, non-fiction, biography, spiritual, politics.
You name it, I read it.
Well, except Sci-fi.  But that's a post entirely for itself.

In late February, I went home to Amarillo, and my momma had a book waiting for me on my nightstand.
She's awesome like that. 

It was The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks.

Now, I'm not always a huge fan of Mr. Sparks. 
I loved A Bend In The Road...but not so much The Notebook.
A Walk to Remember was so-so. 
I just don't always like his style...something to do with some literary term like character development but I'm not going to pursue that at this time of night.

So ANYWAY, I picked up the book...
...and couldnt. put. it. down.

It's not that it was so rivetting.
Or thought-provoking.
And I didn't like the main character AT ALL at first.

But I hadn't read a fiction book in a LONG time.
And it was just a nice break from the reality of grad school.
Plus, it was a sweet book with a good message.

Totally predictable...but once you've read many of Sparks' books, you began to see this trend. 

Oh, and it made me cry.
And I NEVER cry in books or movies.  Ever. 
{Ok, I cried in Armagedon b/c I'm a daddy's girl and Simon Birch b/c you have to be heartless not to tear up in that movie.  Oh, and The Passion...but that totally doesn't count.}

So there you have it. 
If you like a cute little fiction story,
Or if you're a Nicholas Sparks fan,
I would definitely recommend this book.

And that is that.

Enough with all this trivial nonsense, back to reading about upper extremity rehabilitation...Thrilling.  Be jealous.

**Ha!  So I just re-read this post and realized how boring it is.  And pretty much the lamest book review ever.  Eh, such is life.  Bless your heart if you made it through it!