Tuesday, February 12, 2008

how exactly are the pigs milking the cows?

I don't drink glasses of milk very often, but when I do I always think to myself, "Man, this is so good. I need to drink this more." That's the same feeling I've had these last few weeks with regards to reading. I can't get enough of it and I don't know why I haven't chosen to read more often this past year or so.

Over the past 14 days I read the last two books of the Harry Potter series. They were both re-reads for me but I couldn't put them down. They are just that good. Yesterday I started George Orwell's Animal Farm. It's a minuscule book in stature compared to 1,411 pages I just finished about the boy wizard. The tattered copy I picked up at the library has a mere 139 pages—and the story doesn't actually start until page 25. At the rate we've been devouring these books, I'll have to go back to the library on Thursday if I want something to read this weekend.

5 comments:

Nobody™ said...

Just the thought of drinking milk makes me ill. I like milk with cereal, and I like cheese, yogurt, and ice cream. I just can't drink the stuff.

Vegas Princess said...

I am having the same thing happen to me. I am going through books like water. And I LOVE it!

Mr. Fabulous said...

Sigh....I wish I had more time to read...

❉ pixie ❉ said...

nobody—That's a shame.

vp—Reading like mad and updating your Good Reads list. How do you find time?

mr. fab—You have to make time. How about you substitute one book for a sculpey session?

Fraulein N said...

Heh. I was nine when I read Animal Farm and I wondered how the cows were getting milked too.

I can't drink milk either. I put the bare minimum in my cereal.