Friday night, we went out to dinner. As we got back in the car afterwards, Rock looked at me and said, "I know where you want to go.", grinned, and started driving. I didn't have anything on my mind, so I honestly had no idea where we were going. But I didn't say anything. (Shelly's Rules of Staying Happily Married #1 - Shut Your Mouth. Especially when he's doing something nice for you.) He got on the highway and drove for a few exits. Then, he pulled into the exit lane. I looked over and saw the big shopping center that has a Barnes and Noble. THEN I got excited. Because he remembered. I had told him that The Girl Who Played With Fire (sequel to The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo) was out and that I wanted to buy it as soon as possible, but I wasn't thinking about it right then. But he was. Because he remembered how important it was to me. Such a great guy.
To prepare to read The Girl Who Played With Fire, I'm re-reading Dragon Tattoo. Which would have been more beneficial had I thought of that BEFORE Fire came out. (Will be mercilessly shortening these titles from now on. GD, Stieg Larsson, maybe you could have thought that through a bit more.) Now, I'm just dying to start the new one.
I listened to the BEST book on cd last week. It was A Long Way Down, by Nick Hornby. It was read by three different voice actors, and because it was unabridged it was about 8 or 9 cds long. It was wonderful. In fact, (and I NEVER thought I would say this sentence) I think it was BETTER on cd than in print. Because the characters were so real. And having different voices and personalities made them so real. It had kind of a weak ending, but part of that may have been my disappointment that it was ending.
There are lots of pregnant ladies in the blogosphere right now. Big congrats to Mona, Sarah, Erin (who is having a GIRL!) and Devan (who is also having a GIRL!) And one of my RL friends just posted pictures of his newborn son on Facebook. He's got that stunned, "wow, how did I get HERE?" look and brought to mind Swistle's description of "newborn with bird limbs and woodland-creature eyes". Oh newborns! Sigh. I want one and don't want one in almost equal measure. But I'm to the point where I can be truly happy for others in their pregnancies/births. That's progress, for sure.