It’s that time of year. The go-to-Vegas-and-spend-the-kids’-milk-money weekend. Really, we don’t have kids and we’re paying someone to stay at the house to watch our four-legged critters, so no one need call Children Services or Animal Services or any other Services. Don’t try to rob us either. Our house sitter can kick your butt and we have ADT and we don’t own anything since I won’t let the hubby get the plasma TV he wants and we have the nosiest neighbors on the planet….just trust me when I say it’s a waste of your time.
I love vacations that amount to little more than eating, sunning, spa-ing, eating, gambling and more eating. All of this relaxation allows for a great deal of reading and lounging (look, I found more "ing" words). Between the flight and all that pool time, there is plenty of time for reading by the pool, which also means less time for the the really fun stuff like, say, hanging out in the casino gym or exercising in any manner. No, Vegas is for spending money, relaxing and reading.
The following books will be in my bag – and, yeah, I know I’m only there for 5 days – and ready for their turn off the TBR pile:
1. Jamie by Lori Foster – It’s her last book in a series and I love to finish off a series.
2. Bad Boys Down Under by Nancy Warren – My editor told me to drag this one off the pile and read it. She could tell me to read Proust and I’d probably do it. Or, I’d pretend I did and pay some high school kid for the notes.
3. The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje – Tod and Wendy and my hubby and a bunch of others gave me crap on a blog entry some time back for not having read this book. And, when I said I hated the movie, well, you would have thought I squashed a kitty or something. Fine. I live to make others happy. Whether this thing will ever see the outside of my bag is a question, but it is going on a nice trip.
4. Beach Blanket Bad Boys by L.L. Miller, A. Kent, J. Shalvis, S. Carr, L. Monroe and M. Leigh – Been waiting for this one. Had to skip lunch to run out and buy it. That’s a commitment. Trust me.
5. Just One Look by Harlan Coben – I always take one non-romance and The English Patient doesn’t really count since I’m reading it under protest and may just lie and say I did even though I know Tod will try to quiz me, so… I need something else. Usually I dig into hubby’s stash of boring stuff. The only thing I saw was The Kite Runner. Frankly, he gave me a daily account of this book while he read it and I’ll slit my wrists if I try to read it on vacation or any other time. The goal is relaxation, not weeping.
So, enjoy the holiday weekend. I plan to.
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