i rang in the new year, just me and my book. so it ends, so it begins. jodi alone with her books.

anyway, i did a little accounting. in 2002, i read 37 books. that’s a lot of books. but, in 2003 i read 50 books. that’s really a lot of books. it amazes me that by not watching tv for the last 7 months of 2003, i read 13 more books. can you imagine how many more books i’d read if i stopped watching DVDs? of course if i did that my brain would fall out. so i’m not gonna do that.

anyway, i finished The Little Women. it wasn’t so good. a nice premise: a modern story of the Louisa May Alcott classic. but i guess, i just didn’t like any of these women. they were self-righteous spoiled brats. sometimes i think it’s hard to like a character who has it all: looks, money, opportuinty, what have you, unless something tragic happens to them. if the tragedy and the “thing” of the book is because of the character’s own making and because they’re just being a goddamn brat, it’s really hard to like the book.

blech. i’m on to Jesus’ Son.