OK, so you start a blog–does that mean you need to have something to say on it? Dang. Have to work on that.
I guess an intro would be a good start. A nice little narcissistic intro to Lainie. I am Lainie. I live in London. But I am from Texas. I am a Mom/Mum to two little boys, Isaac and Ewan. They are pretty cool and I enjoy being their mother, though I was never one of those girls that always dreamed having babies and homeschooling and so forth. And no, I’m not going to homeschool them. And you can’t make me.
In spite of living in one of the coolest cities in the world, I spend an alarming amount of time watching the tele. I blame the kids for that one. Hard to go out at night and go to the theatre and the like when you’ve got two children. (Not that I was so hip before kids…) I am borderline obsessed with the show “Lost.” Like I want to buy books about it. But haven’t actually bought books about it. And I don’t go online to discuss it endlessly (unless that’s what I’m doing here). I just really really like it and tape it and watch each episode 2 or 3 times.
In spite of the alarming amount of television, I also find time to do extensive reading. Before baby #2, I usually had 4 or 5 books going at once (2-3 novels, 1-2 nonfiction). Now it’s just 3 books (2 novels, 1 nonfiction). I like to alternate mindless fluff novels with more serious literature and classics. Right now my more serious lit. is George Eliot’s The Mill on the Floss, which is taking me a long time as I’ve read a couple fluffier novels since I started it. My current fluff is Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons. I’m enjoying it for the most part, though it sometimes makes me want to ralph. Like this horrid bit: “She found an inexplicable refuge in his eyes…like the harmony of the oceans she had left behind early that morning.” Groan. Is he trying to be Nicholas Evans? Errp.
Anyway, making fun of the fluff novels is half the fun of reading them. For instance, I love to read Patricia Cornwell’s icky murder mysteries, but I am always yelling at the books–”Why does Scarpetta say ‘Not hardly’ when she means ‘Hardly’? Come on–she’s supposed to be both a doctor and a lawyer; surely her grammar is better than that!” It’s probably dangerous to criticize someone else’s grammar in my own sloppy blog, though.
OK, now that I have wandered so far off my own intro to me, I guess I will stop here and beg your forgiveness if you’ve actually read this far.
