I started reading the first two chapters of Invisible Monsters (i.e. the ONLY book I find superior to Looking For Alaska) and so far, everything about the book has gone way beyond my expectations. This is the first time I've read a book and feel like the author doesn't give a flying poop about the characters, but everything works out anyway. I prayed to God in the middle of the pages and thanked Him for the book, which really isn't as crazy as it seems, and now I think my only problem is how I can't read it without taking a shower and drying up, because I wouldn't want a speck of dirt on the cover or the pages. It's now sitting safely where dirt couldn't get to it. I think this is what you call an obsession.
At least I can listen to Time to Dance with a smugly I-know-something-they-don't-ish smile.
So I promised myself and my nonexistent circle of critics that I was going to dis on my being female just because nobody, with the exception of one, is willing to listen to me without concluding that I was either a lesbian or a closeted lesbian BECAUSE I'M NOT. I still don't know how to drop the bomb without making a bigger mess of things here in my blog, so I'll probably just get back to this after taking a shower and reading a few more chapters of Invisible Monsters. I didn't think I'll ever find a better book than Looking For Alaska but life seems to be on my side lately, and thank goodness for it.
