Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

No alarms and no surprises…

…I didn’t get any Valentines today. Hardly surprising, I wasn’t expecting any but I confess it might be nice to get one. I thought about sending one but I didn’t have the guts (besides the fellow in question is apparently getting back with his ex-girlfriend so my effort would be wasted).

I was completely useless today, watched a hideous (why is it not ‘an hideous’?) amount of daytime television (Oprah, The Bold and the Beautiful, and other assorted cooking shows), spent the whole day in my pyjamas and am now testing fragrances. I did also read some more of my book by Jasper Fforde from the ‘Thursday Next’ series called The Well of Lost Plots. I wasn’t enjoying it initially but am now, it’s got really good and engaging and all the things you want from a novel. It’s about a literary detective who’s hiding out…in a book. Yeah, in a book.

Now if I can just back into my Sylvia Plath poetry…it’s really mentally demanding to read I find. I don’t think (and this is probably showing just how much of an intellectual loser I am - after all she did posthumously win the Nobel Prize for Literature for her collected poetry) I like her mythos, her personal mythology. It could be that I don’t understand it properly (and I confess I don’t a lot of the time) but also, I find myself not caring that I don’t. I much prefer her husband Ted Hughes’ poetry (okay, so I’m a bit biased, he’s one of my favourite poets) even though I think she’s probably more talented.

Or perhaps I’m just forcing myself to read that which I do not find personally engaging and it’s okay to not like something, isn’t it? Yeah, I’m asking you, the reader a question!