Wanna read the most boring book on the planet?
Check out Charles Duhigg’s “The Power of Habit”.
I’m making it a point to learn as much as I can by reading books on wide-ranges of topic, but six hours in, waiting for “the good part”, the only thing this snooze-maker has taught me is that it’s possible to fall asleep with my eyes open. On an elliptical machine.
I did pick up a winner while visiting my parents last weekend. Bill Bryson’s “Neither Here Nor There”, in which he recounts his trek all around Europe and the wonders and beffudlements he encountered. One of my favorite parts is him relaying the immense drudgery and boredom that permeates Sweden, and his imagining that, ” Suicide is Sweden’s national sport.” Dark but funny (yes, that’s exactly how I like my men). I’m guessing Charles Duhigg is of Swedish descent.
The whole book paints vivid and often hilarious portraits of numerous cities and ports dotting the European continent, causing much pause for Googling images of these picturesque villages and seaswept coasts (I need to visit Capri, Italy! But not Naples!).
There is so much of the world I have never even heard of, and his travel writing leaves me giggling and looking up prices for airfare. Check it out if you get a chance.
Other than reading, I’ve been working late nights, had a delicious hummus plate with grilled pita at Liberty Pub yesterday (new in Church Hill, go there! Everything I’ve tried has been really good!), and gotten three of my four workouts in. Tomorrow night (weather permitting) Ash Wat and I will go to Friday Cheers (an outdoor concert series) and then start planning our Epic Girls Vacay to Portugal. Life is good.
Bonus: Read this unbelievably horrible wedding announcement which you should read aloud to friends so that you can ridicule it together:
Because caring is sharing.