book addict

I have just this moment narrowly escaped the clutches of Goodreads.com. It is an absolutely wonderful website that allows you to share what you've read, what you're reading right now and what you want to read in the future. You can also look at those lists for any friends with whom you are connected. It also gives recommendations based on the information you provide.

How I got sucked in was it started giving recommendations for books I found I had already read. I felt I had to go ahead and indicate that I HAD read them, whereupon the site asked me for a rating and a review. This became an endless cycle because, let's face it, I have read thousands of books in my lifetime. I've probably forgotten more books than I can remember. I know this because a title would pop up as a recommendation and it would sound familiar. I would open it up and read the short description and confirm that yes, I had read it. I don't remember it though.

Cue my friends who say, read it again! Well, if I already read it and I don't even remember it, why would I want to read it again?

I'm not sure I should go back to this website again. It is delicious, but it delivers waaaaaaay more than I can possibly take. Oh, who am I kidding. I'll be back. I don't want to miss out on a recommendation that might lead to something amazing.

dog

I wish I could be more dog
     more on my back in the grass, sun warming my belly
     more determined buzzing insect hunter
     more devoted to another
     more rolling, jumping and twisting
     more soulful, searching eyes
     more waiting for further information
     more chasing rabbits while I sleep
     more absolute passion towards every morsel I consume
     more standing by, no matter how long it takes
     more unrestrained joy when I see the one I adore
     more sharp curiosity about new faces
     more determination to fight a threat, even before it's fully identified
     more pulling on my leash to see what's around the corner
     more diving in with glee
I wish I could be more dog

ode to the one to whom I am addicted

You consume me.
I consume you.
Your sweetness calls to me and draws me near.
My token resistance stems from my awareness
       the you do not nourish me.
Nay, you increase my unhealthy ways.
And yet, I want you more and more.

I gaze at you sometimes, as you sit near me, unaware.
And I, longing for you, want to cry.
You're oblivious.
It will have to be my move.
No, I think, I will NOT DO IT.
But sooner or later ... I slink in your direction.

Pecan Pralines from Trader Joe's ...
     you undo me.