The hubs and I took a Sunday afternoon jaunt to the local library because I have got to curb my book buying habits...but not my book loving/devouring habits. Walking in the door, I immediately updated my social media status to the first thing that came to mind: "In my day, television was called books".
If you got that reference, you win a gold star. At life.
Having never read the actual book related to that quote, I decided to see if it was at the library. It was. I gleefully checked it out, along with two other books the hubs picked out. One of them, Same Kind of Different as Me, was also on my must-read list. Have I cracked the spine on the "other" book I checked out (just for me)? No. Am I selfishly confiscating my hub's selected book and making it book #26? Yes.
I must say that I have most definitely read more than 26 books over the course of this blog. Sometimes I forget to blog about a book. And sometimes I think I'll just keep this one to myself. Yes, I like to read a little "crap" every now and then. (And no, I'm not currently nor have I ever read 50 Shades of Grey. Maybe one day I'll explain why, but here's the nub and thrust - I have no desire to read it.)
Anyway, Same Kind of Different As Me is the point here...I've read the first nine chapters and already love the voices of this story. I have to constantly remind myself that this is an autobiography. These stories, these people are real and the things that happened to them are real, sometimes, painfully so. I shudder to think of things that have already occurred and I hate to imagine what might be around the corner in the lives of Ron and Denver - well, honestly, just Denver; Ron's not very lovable just yet- but I am looking forward to seeing it all unfold.
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