Wednesday, April 18, 2007

The end of TASTE

Approximate conversation in my household last night:

I'd finally gotten everything done, put Child to bed, and had been able to collapse on the sofa and dive into TASTE for about half an hour. Hubby had been at a work thing. Key rattles in the door.

Him: "Hi, honey, I'm home!" (Not actually. Something more along the lines of "Hey.")

Me, nose firmly in book: "Mmm. Mmm-hmm. Oh, hey."

Him: {conversation about function}

Me: "Wha?" {dragging eyes up from page for half-second} "That sounds fun."

He wanders around for a while. Him: "Where's the mail?"

Me: {pause, pause, pause, turn page} "Table."

About 5 minutes later. He trips over one of the many obstacles Child has kindly left out, and I have not picked up. Him: "What IS all this?"

Me: {waving a dismissive hand, still not looking up} "Toys."

He stares at me for a couple of minutes. Him: "What are you, a voracious reader?"

Me: {reverently, pinching the rest of the text with my thumb and finger} "Twenty pages left."

He sighs, looks at me again, then sighs again. Him: "I think I'm going to take a bath."

Me: "Yay! I mean...okay."

And...I finished. Yay.


Jen said...


ROFL -- nice one. (g) So you finished the book already?? Wow. I haven't even finished Scent yet -- ack.


Susan Adrian said...


It takes dedication, you know. And persistence. Things I'm not sure you--

Oh wait, law school and 3 or 4 novels. Yeah, maybe you do. {g}

Jen said...

Heh heh. (g) Three or four?? Heck, that would be a cakewalk! It's more like 5 or 6 knocking around in this noggin'. Oh goodness. I need a nap. :)