Long Time Gone

I read all my books on the plane ride and the first night in the hotel. I brought three books because I always overdo it w/the books. But this time I finished, and I had nothing. No thing. To read, except my daughter's copy of Twilight. Which I read. Quite the necrophiliac early teen porn, it was. Edward is so hard, like stone, and so icy cold. Weird dynamic in there, with him constantly cradling her like a baby or carrying her on his back.

It reminds me of when I worked for a publishing company reading bodice rippers, and you could learn a lot about authors by the details they'd include. Apparently some women's toes curl when they're aroused.

I get the appeal, though: it's the constant postponement of fulfillment, and gosh, there is one really good reason to postpone this particular consummation. But then, that's like all stories: they're all about unsatisfied desire on some level--someone moves, or someone wants something, and so the story continues.....

Also (not really a segue, but related), can I just say I'm glad to be back in civilization, where I can get Chinese food? Even the airport bookstore here in the small local airport had a better selection of books. The hotel we were at had very little in the form of entertainment for people who had completed high school: no comedians, no sports room with warped ping pong tables, no fucking magazines or newspapers lying around, unless I wanted to pay out the a from the little convenience store in the lobby area. And the most upmarket magazine was Time.

Five days without a book besides the softcore vampire porn. Or my dog. I feel better now.