So I was going to blog about laundry bar soap and allergies for my next blog entry. We all know how exciting those topics can be. But those will have to happen tomorrow or another day soon.
Today I shall blog about what’s wrong with John Green books. More specifically that John Green books tend to make me laugh out loud in inappropriate places. Not inappropriate places of the book, I mean, I’m reading in places where laughing out loud might be inconvenient or even impolite. For example I was reading Paper Towns at the Inova Breast Imaging Center. I was waiting for a follow up of a follow up with no shirt on — only one of those loosely tying gown thingies. The waiting room is pretty and almost annoyingly peaceful. As you might imagine, it is also very quiet. There were lots of other women there, who were also not wearing shirts or bras, and they probably didn’t welcome the random bursts of laughter. Plus, I felt just a little guilty for laughing at a fictional guy’s kidney infection.
I have finally gotten around to reading The Fault in Our Stars. I’ve heard it’s very sad. So while I purchased it a while ago, I’d put off reading it. I’m still not sure if I’m up for it, but given the lack of daylight entering my home right now gloom has already set in, so I figured I might as well dive in. That, and I really want to read it before the movie comes out.
But I should have known that it would also make me laugh. So I was reading it earlier tonight while sitting in the audience for the dress rehearsal for my daughter’s ballet. And, bam! Laughter. I tried to stifle it with my hand. But I also shake a lot when I laugh hard. I’m pretty sure I looked awkward. Perhaps like I was choking or coughing.
Then when I got home I was already sucked in to the book, so I laughed while sitting on the couch. This would have been fine, but my DH was also sitting on the couch and playing a video game. He complained that the shaking interfered with his ability to play well. Sheesh. Then he jiggled my iPad to emphasize his point.
Maybe the problem isn’t the John Green books in and of themselves, but where I’ve been reading them. I don’t get a lot of time to just flop on the couch by myself and read unless I’m doing it at like 3:30 AM. So I have to squeeze reading into the nooks and crannies of my daily hours
wedging sentences between things that don’t allow for reading — like driving. Thus inconvenient laughter.
And I’m still pretty sure The Fault in Our Stars is not going to end well, so that’s probably going to lead to inconvenient sobbing. Sigh.
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