I haven't been giddy about a book in a loooonggg time!...  But I am currently.  I am in a way that puts a spring in my step and a smile in my day.  When I read Sedaris, I laughed out loud on the bus.  But this is a different kind of laugh, it's a giddy laugh.  You see, I'm in the middle of Bel Canto by Ann Patchett.  This book is so good, I'm torn.  I can't wait to know what happens next, but as the pages recede from the right hand side, I'm sad to know that this little adventure is ending.  I don't want this book to ever end.  :)

Isn't it odd how sometimes you care so much for fictionalized characters?  Whenever I read a particularly good [fiction] book or watch a particularly excellent movie, I always start to wonder what happens to the characters after the ending is completed.  Do the lovers really end up living happily ever after or do they fight and bicker every now and then?  Was the villain really put away for a very long time or would he be up for parole sometime soon?  Even in TV series I get too caught up and symphatize for purely fictionalized characters.  For example, I can't help but feel for Dr. House.  Mean and crude as he is, I think it's an underlying pain that causes him to be the way he is.  Hah!  You say to me: ya'think?!  Hehehe...

Maybe I'm pathetic, maybe I'm the only one who feels this way.  But if it puts a spring in my step and a smile in my day, why not?  :)