At the risk of sounding like a broken record, Celebrate The Small Things is a weekly bloghop hosted by VikLit in which participants, well, celebrate the small things. Or the big things. Or the things in between. It doesn't mater what it is. We celebrate whatever good stuff happened during the previous week. (click HERE for a complete list of participants)
Here's what I'm celebrating this week:
—In my last post, I lamented my lack of a day off this week. I was looking at more than seven straight days at The Store. But then yesterday, I was given today off. Sure, Management only gave it to me because (in a completely freakish accident I will never be able to replicate, regardless of how many more years I work there) I bruised the hell out of my ribs at work on Wednesday and currently lack the ability to properly reach, bend, twist, and take deep breaths, but hey, it still counts. I have a day off. And a perfect excuse to lay in bed all day and watch TV.
—My metabolism. One of the things I hate most about my day job (besides, you know, everything) is that I just eat so horribly when I'm there. Not that I have the healthiest eating habits the rest of the time, but whenever I'm in The Store, it's so much worse. I go through junk food like water. For example, one day this past week, I ate about 80% of a chocolate-frosted chocolate cake my co-worker made (it was soooooooooo delicious). The next day I ate an entire bag of peanut butter cups and half a box of twinkies. Yesterday I finished off the twinkies and started on a bag on kit kats. I should seriously weigh as much as Babe the Big Blue Ox. Maybe even more.
—And last, but not least, I'm celebrating this song (it inspires me):
Next up is the Cephalopod Coffeehouse, hosted by The Armchair Squid, where participants post about a book they've read and enjoyed over the last month.
From Goodreads:
For Steve York, life was good. He had a 4.0 GPA, friends he could trust, and a girl he loved. Now he spends his days smoked out, not so much living as simply existing.
But his herbal endeavors -- and personal demons -- have lead to a severe lack of motivation. Steve's flunking out, but if he writes a one-hundred-page paper, he can graduate.
Steve realizes he must write what he knows. And through telling the story of how he got to where he is, he discovers exactly where he wants to be...
So, I enjoyed this book, but in the interest of full disclosure, there was an excellent chance that I would've loved it even if it had been about sparkily vampires because I'm pretty obsessed with Rob Thomas. He's not quite at the level of my Joss Whedon obsession, but he's damn close. Veronica Mars is one of my all-time favorite shows; I watch reruns religiously and I contributed to the Kickstarter campaign for the big screen version (by the way, THIS is hilarious. I love Ryan Hansen.) and if I'm not referencing Buffy or Firefly or Gilmore Girls, I'm referencing Veronica Mars.
Anyway, this is about the book. I liked the characters, and I loved the voice. That's really the most important element for me in anything I read. If I don't like your characters, nothing else matters. But, moving on...The story jumps back and forth between the past and the present, which is not an easy technique, but Rob Thomas does it well. It's funny and sad and sweet and, quite simply, a good read.
That's gonna do it for me today...I'm off to do my best impersonation of an inanimate object. Thanks for stopping by, and I hope you have a great weekend.