Wednesday, January 30, 2008
"Confessions of the Seductress Next Door"
I found a British, saucy, romance novel here at the hostel and the worst part is....I'm hooked. I'm been reading it in secret...just like the protagonist has been seeing her lover. There might be something about the lingo that makes me giggle and somehow think it's not as mind numbing as it is. They say words like "rodgering....shagging...snogging...he was fit, and I fancied him" The accent tricks me into thinking it's classier than it actually is. Anytime someone has come up to me whie I am reading it I studder and try to conceal it like "uhhh...I...I didn't pay money for this...please don't read the back of it....cosmo magaziine reccomended it...doesn't that count for anything?? I am just...reading it to see how patriotical our society is...I am only smiling when I read this out of irony you see. Don't judge me."
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Ahhh, I've had those moments -- like watching the Thornbirds three times. Your great comment, "Who would go on vacation with a priest?" Hey, it helps the winter go by. . .Ma.
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