Lost In A Book

I don't remember the last time I was so excited to read a book. But then again, it's been a long time since I've felt excited by anything...or maybe it seems like a long time just because I've been kinda depressed lately.

Not an easy thing --- copping up to not feeling so hot about life in general.

My mother, in a fit of whimsy, asked me this evening, "If you could have one wish come true, what would you wish for?"

And instantly, I thought the thing that I've wished every single day for what seems like forever: I wish I was never born.

But that's not the sort of thing you say out loud, is it? Especially to your mother.

Anyways, this isn't yet another whiney rant about how unhappy I am. Since I don't really talk about it with anyone and try to hide it as best I can, I'm the only one who's stuck with these morose thoughts spinning round and round in my head and even I get sick of it.

Wanted to read "Digging To America" for a couple of reasons, actually:

1. I love Anne Tyler. Not her earlier stuff so much. I liked "The Amateur Marriage" --- I thought it was a beautiful story, though a sad one.
2. It's about adoption.

Started reading the first chapter tonight and I already love it.

It's a wonderful thing when you can get lost in a book, I think. You don't have to think about other stuff...like how empty you feel in your own life.