Le gasp!

I've been on a reading dry spell. For two whole long stinky months I've been picking up books and dropping them back because they're just not interesting. That has never happened to me before! I don't know why but none of the books here are "good enough" to me anymore. I have found one though that I'm determined to read. A Million Little Pieces by James Frey. It's about James' six week stay in rehab and what happens to him there. It's a nice little book and I'm taking my time with it.
Other than the book dry spell things have been going pretty well. Not anything out of the ordinary but nice simple things that make life easier to live. I really hope it stays that way. I won't cross my fingers though (I might jinx myself).