My First Resolution

Courtesy of my friends up north (thanks, Heidi the Hick!), a very, very cold Canadian blast of air had invaded my state and I can't hardly get the chill out of my bones. During the day, my favorite place to be is in my car - heat blasting ridiculously high, and bun warmers going full throttle. The only problem with the car is that eventually, you have to get out. And out is cold. Very very cold.

So this week I am indulging in my first New Year's Resolution. Going to bed a little early and reading for an hour. Best of all, I have an electric blanket that kicks up a wicked heat, and I have a great book that's very hard to put down.

Back in the early 90s I discovered Michael Crichton and, typical of me, devoured every book he'd ever written in a span of less than half a year. In my beautiful new library in my own house, there is an entire shelf dedicated to his books.

And then, when I had run through them all, I went on to another author. He, meanwhile, kept writing. And last month, a friend gave me one of his books that came out years after I'd moved on. It is everything good Crichton is: amazingly detailed, incredibly scientific, suspenseful, adventurous. It takes me to another time, another place, with great characters who are fun to be with. It's total escapist reading.

Escapist, indulgent, wonderful reading. All under an electric blanket.

I love New Year's Resolutions.