Isn't it ironic, don't you think?

You remember that song by Alanis Morissette? Ironic. I'm embarrassed to say I not only liked that song, I also owned the CD, Jagged Little Pill, and have memories of sitting in my grandfather's favorite recliner in their home in Pensacola listening to the CD on their mini stereo.

Not the point of this post. Nor is the point of this post to point out that that song is anything but ironic. Is that ironic? It's like rain on your wedding day? It's the free ride when you've already paid? It's the good advice that you just didn't take? Nope. don't think any of those things are ironic. Unfortunate, sure. But I guess you can't have a top 10 hit with a song titled, "Unfortunate." Nor does that word really roll off the tongue as effortlessly as ironic.

Again, not the point of this post. The point is, I love buying books. I love having a bookshelf and having it filled with books. Not quite certain if it gives me a false sense of academia but I love having books. So I buy them. A lot normally. The problem is, books are expensive! One paperback novel can easily run you $15. It adds up quickly. My mother has always advocated getting a library card and checking out books. So I started doing that. But the library never had what I wanted when I wanted it. I always got so overwhelmed walking the aisles with so many books staring at me having no idea what book I should even read and I got tired of having to go to the library back and forth to return and check out a new book. So I started buying books again.

HERE IS THE POINT OF THE POST: Not always, but often enough, I buy a book, read it, don't like it and I own it. Too often I read a book I borrowed from someone else (or the library) read it and love it, and have to give it back leaving me with the bad book. The current book I am reading, Mississipi Sissy by Kevin Sessums is such a book. It's a memoir about a guy who grows up in Mississippi during the 60s and 70s and struggles with coming to terms with his sexuality in the bible-belt red-neck south. It was compared to Augusten Burrough's memoir, Running with Scissors, which is a great book. So I figured I'd give it a shot. Terrible. Don't waste your time reading it, and certainly don't buy it. So here I am left with a book I now own I did not enjoy reading and just returned to the library a book I loved reading, Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult. Isn't it unfortunate don't you think?

For those of you who are not fans of the library but don't want to spend the dough to buy all your books, check out BookSwim. It's like Netflix, for books! Maybe I'll give it a go....

Cheers.