Reading

I've been doing things since Allen died that I have always taken great pleasure in, but for some reason I haven't done them so much in recent years. I've been listening to music and reading.

I started listening to music right after he died. Before I got really sad, and before he got so very, very depressed, he used to introduce me to new music. He also used to put down my music (I am a product of my generation so I do allow myself a certain amount of hair metal bands...). I like a bit of every kind of music. I can't say that I hate all of any particular genre... I particularly like music that is happy and makes me feel good... and the stuff I know the words to. I love to sing. It makes me happy. I had practically stopped doing it at all by November. Now there's almost no day that goes by where I don't sing SOMETHING.

I read a book for my birthday, I read another today. And I've started a third.

It feels marvelous to be devouring fiction without someone telling me that I'm reading pointless literature. The first book I read this year was recommended to me and it was a short story. It was very special and a very me type book.

It's nice to know that someone cares enough to learn about you and simply recommend something that they think would appeal to you, and for them to get it exactly right... it's magical!