Not Another Book?

There have been numerous times where I have heard friends, family, coworkers, and others make the comment, “ I would not do it, (referring to some thing, task, or job) if I did not want to. ” In fact, in my recent post where I debated about starting to read a new book for review I fought this same battle. I didn’t buy the book; do “I” really want to read it? Are we truly a society that has become so self centered that we will not step outside of ourselves to do things that are in the best interests of others instead of ourselves? This question hit me smack in the face, like a bucket of cold water, while I read the new book that I am sharing with you today. The reference to cold water is important because it literally woke me up from this complaining, feeling sorry for myself, imitation of a ‘care for others’ life that I tend to believe that I lead. What do I really know about those charities that I safely send money too? Who is the last person that I visited at a hospital or respite ho

Are you waiting for me to finally get myself back into things and start posting some more news, tidbits and so on about books? Where have I been? Did I lose the interest to read? Contrary to the obvious, I have been given a new book to read. Well? I know, I know. Here is my problem. I love to read - but I really love to read what I want to read . Believe it or not I want to read this book I received for a review but it is just taking my mind sometime to get over the fact that I did not personal drive down to the bookstore and buy it myself! Maybe it is more than that - perhaps it is also because this book is not fiction but fact and the title, in and of itself, makes me tear-up every time I think about it. Here is my plan ...this weekend I will crack the cover! Next weekend I will write the review and you, dear reader in waiting, will have a new post on another book! Sound like a plan? (G00d, let's hope it works!).