Alacrity

Tune listening to while typing this: "And I was a Boy from School" by Hot Chip

I'm liking this. Parker's writing about school, and I'm writing about entertainment. Hehe.

I snapped up a free copy of Alice Sebold's The Lovely Bones (or The Lovely Bores, as I think it should be retitled). It was no great shakes, and it baffles me why it was so popular. And it was surprising to learn that Peter Jackson bought the movie rights, and my boyfriend Ryan Gosling is starring as the father. Maybe they can turn this ship 'round, but I'm not holding my breath. Anyway, the novel is about Susie Salmon who is murdered by a creepy neighbor and how she's looking down on her family from Heaven. My problem is that you don't really care about the Salmon family and they're boring. Each character isn't particularly developed. You have the hellbent father, slutty mother, drink-swilling grandma, brainy sister, and garden gnome brother. Susie becomes super obsessed with this hot Indian boy she smooched once. I bet there are boatloads of studs to lock lips with in Heaven. Oh well, at least it's finished now so I can move onto a better read. I don't know why I insist on punishing myself like this.