So today should have been the day when I giddily posted covertly shot videos from the Lifehouse concert on Saturday night. Except, thanks to that dumb beyotch Hurricane Irene, the band shell at the venue was damaged and the concert was cancelled.
In fact, I've kind of been in a funk all weekend. It started on Thursday, when I learned a friend from high school had passed away. I haven't seen him in years, but we stayed in contact on Facebook and I enjoyed seeing the adoring words he'd write about his wife and infant daughter. I can't imagine being a widowed mother at 31 years old, or growing up not knowing my dad, and my heart absolutely breaks for his family.
Then, as we all know, yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of 9/11. The photographs and video footage still give me chills to this day, and forget watching the tributes or documentaries. I cry my eyes out. I'm fortunate to be able to say I didn't personally know anyone who lost their life that day, but my heart goes out to all those who did.
And maybe it's all this funkiness messing with my head, but with the exception of my ARC of EVERNEATH by Brodi Ashton, I can't seem to enjoy the books I've read lately.
I've finished two or three books recently that left me disappointed. They were best sellers, so the last reaction I expected to have was Blah. Yet, that's exactly where I stand on them. And the one I'm reading now? Beautifully written and a very compelling story, but there's not a single romantic aspect. Not a cute boy in sight. I need me some romance, people, especially when I'm in a funk.
So if you don't mind, I'd love your recommendations. Which books have you read lately that grabbed a hold of you and wouldn't let go? (But make sure there's some luuurve involved, 'kay?)
*Speaking of lurve* Congratulations to Anthony, one of my oldest and dearest friends, on his engagment to a total keeper! (Hi Emily!) And... A VERY HAPPY 31ST BIRTHDAY TODAY TO MY BELOVED HUBBY!