Books = Love

I have caught the reading bug again and have been engulfing myself in books. The most recent I have read was The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. Very interesting novel that made me think about my life and how I view events that have occurred.

I am currently reading The Count of Monte Cristo which I am excited to get into when life settles down a bit. Moving is hectic.

Thought for the day: why is it that when something good comes along, most must always search for something that is wrong? Why not just enjoy the good while its there and accept that not everything has to be faulty in one way or another?