I can’t stand seeing/reading about nice people getting it in the neck (so to speak). I was in my 20’s when I first read Oliver Twist, and I was so upset by how that poor was treated that I skipped ahead to the end to see how it all came out and then never read the middle. I guess I have always preferred happy endings. And I guess I have a long standing habit of reading the beginning and then the end of books and often skipping the middle.
Even with tv shows, I hate when they put the ‘regulars’, who I have a fondness for, in jeopardy. In American tv shows you can usually expect that a regular won’t get killed off but British tv shows, hell, they’ll kill anyone off.
I find that all stressful. It makes me anxious and I don’t need my ‘entertainment’ to add more stress and anxiety to my life.
Yesterday I started a book titled One for Sorrow by Sarah A. Denzil (you can get it from Kindle Unlimited for free). It is first of a trilogy featuring the same cast of characters. Part of that cast is a family of psychotic, sociopathic serial killers – a family!
OK, I knew it was a thriller/murder mystery but I didn’t realize how twisted it would be. About 80 or so pages in I had deduced certain secrets, had a vague idea where the plot would lead and my anxiety started to mount. I flipped ahead to the last 2 or 3 chapters to see how it ended and then returned the book. There was no way I was going to read the middle. Now this is a trilogy – 2 more books featuring the same cast of characters – the nice people who are the victims – and at least one member of the serial killer family.
I just borrowed the third book of the trilogy just so I can read the last few chapters and take solace in the death (I’m assuming the serial killer dies) of the baddie. I’m not reading the second book of the trilogy, or even the first part of the third – the baddie in these books is really bad – I can’t take it.
This morning’s ear worm is the Tastykake jingle – “So much fun to put in your tummy, Tastykake cakes and pies” but would you believe there is no Youtube for this? I found a Tastykake fan page on Facebook and they keep referencing it so I know I’m not hallucinating this.
It’s been 4 months since Miss Frankie Lulu Belle died. I miss her so much. I think I see her sometimes, waddle-waddling around the apartment. I think I hear her walking around at night. I think I can feel her jump up on the bed at night. Day time, night time – I feel her still here. I miss her so much. It’s odd to live without a cat, 50 years I lived with cats – I miss Frankie –