DAY TWELVE. I’m pretty sure that at one point in your adolescence, your mom or your lola told you to not read a book in the dark, or inside a moving vehicle, because it’s going to make you blind. I heard that warning many times, violated it many times over, and yet, my vision is still 20-20! But that doesn’t mean you can ignore your mom or lola’s warnings now, children, don’t follow my footsteps.
I guess what I’m really trying to say is, one can’t help it when the best times to get engrossed in a book are while in transit or in bed before she sleeps. How awesome is it that LightWedge actually thought of creating something to aid this form of rebellion?!
12/30. Reading a Book in the Dark
The LightWedge Book-Light is probably the greatest invention since toasted bread. (No wait, was it sliced bread?) Would you look at that:
Isn’t that the most awesome thing? :)
It’s another one of R‘s gifts. It still makes my heart flutter how he would be supportive of the things I’m obsessed about — like finding a typewriter, or collecting toy cameras, or sitting through a 3-hour movie not just once but twice — you know? ♥
Okay, I wasn’t blogging about him, although I think he’s awesome too. I was blogging about this awesome book-light that he *secretly* got and paid for while I was wandering around the area where the pretty notebooks are in one of our trips to Fully Booked.
(By the way, can I just say that Fully Booked is heaven?)
Since then, I’ve been carrying around my book and this lightsaber, er, book-light, to bed at night, and everywhere I go lest I get stuck in traffic somewhere — at least I get to spend the idle time doing something worthwhile.
I’m still reading The Virgin Suicides right now, but I like having a stack of books ready anytime I’m finished with the current one. I recently got a Murakami and a Nicholas Sparks, so I have a choice between something philosophical and something that doesn’t require too much thinking. And woot, I tell you, these books are much more interesting to read in the dark! Think Inkheart, minus the part where the characters come to life, of course, that part’s creepy in real life, not awesome.
Hi, Mom. Hi, Lola. Proud of me? :)
Okay. Enough of this. I go read now.
30 Days of Awesome, 12/30.