I started reading The Help.
It's the first book I've read in a LONG time.
I used to read constantly. *I was once accused of being stuck up, because I was reading on my lunch break instead of chit-chatting... That guy was an ass.
Why did I stop reading?
I think it was because I thought I would read Don Quixote.
It was a really great book... just sometimes difficult. Always having to read the footnotes to understand what I just read. Well over 1000 pages. It took me so long to read. *I don't recall how many pages, and I'm too lazy to go find it and look. I also don't recall how long it took to read... it was probably 7-8 years ago...
Anyways, after that book.. I was done for a while.
And then I just didn't feel like I had the time to read.. what with seeing Jerk Face and all..
and then when I had LB, I REALLY didn't have much time for myself.
But, I'm finally getting a groove.
I've learned the value of coffee.
(I was/am not a coffee drinker.. but I make... coffee concoctions.)
and I'm waking up before LB... which is wonderful.
Back to The Help.
I also read it out loud to LB, and I read it in the Southern way it was written.
I've always loved talking in accents.
A refined Southern accent is my favorite.
(That's how I make Miss Skeeter speak... and Miss Daisy -- that's one of LB's toys)
I was a in the 6th or 7th grade. Painfully shy. We had an assignment where we had to read in front of the class. (I hated that... pure torture.) I had read my paper at home several times... in a British accent.. to make it seem less boring.. After I read it in class, my teacher told me that she loved how I spoke with a British accent. ::MORTIFIED:: (to put it mildly.)
So the point of this post?
I have been speaking in a Southern accent at home. And not meaning to do it...
Sorry if I start blogging with a bit of a Southern twang.