Chilly

That is, quite truthfully, the feeling in my bones this morning. It's not a feeling of coldness, like an emotion, but literally a feeling of being cold. Maybe this is just a pretentious way to introduce a statement like "It is chilly in my room today." Whatever.

The government has decided it will no longer defend the laws banning same sex marriages. I felt glad upon reading the article in the Washington Post yesterday; finally, our president has enough resolve to admit what everyone should know is true: that it is WRONG WRONG WRONG to discriminate against ANY group of people because of color of skin, religious preference, sexual preference, educational level, disability, or any of the other qualities that simply make human beings individuals.

It's nice that on such a major moral issue, the government that is supposed to be FOR the PEOPLE (I interpret that as everyone, not just the hetero's and whites) has done its job correctly and stepped away from blatant, senseless discrimination. I hope that now it will become a wave of acceptance that flows worldwide and etch itself into everyone's brain so they forget what it was ever like to be intolerant and hateful. Perhaps I'm still dreaming....

In happier news, I'm reading a pretty good book right now for the book club that is comprised of my mother, sister, and me, called "Second Glance" (I know it's supposed to be underlined but this stupid blog doesn't allow grammatical accuracy) by Jodi Piccoult. In the first 130-ish pages of the book, I was kind of plodding along, I felt, due to the generally cheesy structure in which the author was writing. The plot line was laid out well enough (I won't go through it here because you can read a synopsis online and I'm too lazy to write a book review right now), but too similar. Every character was introduced in practically the exact same manner, which made it a bit boring. Anyway, the story line is still good, so I kept going and made it through part one. Now, in part two, the writing style has turned a 180 and is being narrated not by a third party narrator, but by one single character....and it's WAY more exciting! I find myself flipping pages more rapidly and discovering the language and observance of self this character expresses to be impressively insightful, beautifully dark and depressing.

Other than that, I'm trying to get through two other books, maybe three. I can never keep track of all the books I read at once, as they tend to pile up. What can I say? I'm a bookworm.

That's another thing: what the hell is the deal with the current obsession with Kindles? EW. I find them incredibly disappointing, because they take away the EXPERIENCE that is reading a BOOK. The arguments may certainly be made for Kindles in that they're more environmentally friendly because they're paperless, you can store zillions of books on it at once, and you can highlight, take notes, etc. as well. I still say, however, that sitting down on the couch with a cup of tea and a book- with all its ink and paper smells, with an actual pen to jot notes on certain pages, to feel the texture of the words and feel the binding crunch when you open it-nothing can replace that. Nothing ever will. I hope that when I die, they use all my books that I have loved to make an Urn for my ashes.

Picture! (read a book in front of a warm fireplace)