Today I’ve been listening to a ton of music by The Beatles. The first Beatles album I ever heard was my dad’s vinyl copy of “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”. I was in the 7th grade and my friend Lisa was over and going through my family’s records and when she came across this one she put it on and we listened to it from beginning to end. I’m sure I had heard to it before that day but that was the first day I listened. The Beatles are pretty well loved in my family, especially by my sister Sonja (you can find her blog at AudioInput and DrawMeAStory). I just got a bunch of cd’s by The Beatles and came across one of my favorite Beatles songs. It’s called “Rock & Roll Music” and it’s on the “Beatles For Sale” album.
The Hubby got back yesterday and boy are Rocky and I happy to have him home! It’s just tough to get another body (besides the dog) back in bed with you after two weeks of “sleeping single in a double bed” (actually our bed is a queen but the the Barbara Mandrell song says double).
Because of the preparation for his return and then the initial return, I haven’t picked up “Nineteen Minutes” since Monday morning. I don’t know why I have trouble getting back into the book when I’ve been away from it for a little while but I am. Maybe it’s bringing back memories of sadder times for me (living in Denver when the shootings at Columbine occurred) or something but my eye keeps wandering to the other books on my shelves throughout the day. I’ll give it one more go and if the same thing happens after putting it down again, then I will have to revisit it at another time.
Does this happen to you? Do personal reasons ever prevent you from being able to enjoy a work of fiction? Which book did you experience this with most recently? I know I’m probably not the only one who this has happened to but I still feel a little guilty for leaving a book unfinished. I have found myself doing this more than usual over the last few months.