Ground breaking

In other news, when Eleanor came over last week not only did she bring me all manner of Israeli treats (the bread was magnificent toasted and topped with ricotta, honey and cinnamon) including a chocolate bar which I just inhaled while standing at the pantry with the door open so the boys couldn’t see me and I didn’t have to share it but she bought me a book. A BOOK! You know, to r.e.a.d.

Oh how I used to love reading. I was a voracious reader. I read every day.

Then I had children.

And discovered the internet.

And started a blog. Or three.

And then some idiot invented Facebook, only to be outdone by another nerd with a capital N who invented Twitter.

And don’t get me started about sudoku.

It was like the world was conspiring against me ever reading a book again.

So yeah, Eleanor, knowing me far better than she should, bought me Julie and Julia by Julie Powell.

And now, I am reading once more.

Suggestions welcome for the next book I should read. Oh, and I don’t do vampires.