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The Book Abduction

This past Saturday I took a book back to the library that I literally had checked out six times to finish it. Each check-out is three weeks long and you’re only allowed to renew a book twice. That’s nine weeks and I couldn’t finish the damn thing! I had to turn it back in—relinquish it to the library, let them check it in, and then stalk the reshelving area so that I could check it out again and again…and yet again. So, yep, I held the book hostage for a total of eighteen weeks. I’m not proud but at least I didn’t incur any fines.

It’s not that the book was bad but for some reason I couldn’t push myself to just sit down and read it. It usually doesn’t take me that long to read a book. Not even if it’s bad. And I’m quite embarrassed to even admit it took me over four months to finish one. The author wasn’t someone I had read before and I had gotten it because it was a top-ranked suspense/thriller. How ironic—a suspense that wasn’t exactly keeping me suspended. I would get through a chapter, put the book down and get caught up with other things for a few days. Then I would remember that I still needed to read this book for which time was ticking towards the due date. I couldn’t even blame it on reading another book at the same time, which I sometimes do.

I could have easily given up but I was determined I was going to finish it. I wasn’t going to let it beat me. Plus I didn’t want all those previous renewals to have been for naught.

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I hit a good stride about midway to three-fourths through. Needless to say when I was finally finished, I was elated to drop that puppy in the return slot and walk away. Of course, I had no intentions of checking anything else out because I had already started reading a juicy romance, one of twelve books waiting in queue on my Kindle. It was a nice change from the intense thriller that I had committed my life to the last few months. Welp, (yes, I said welp) I couldn’t just walk away from the library without looking around. No harm in looking, right?

Wrong, wrong, wrong. I’m a book junkie. That means I can’t leave the library without something in my little navy blue canvas bag with Friends of FCPL printed on the front. Why else would I have ever purchased said bag?

Before I knew what was happening, I was skipping out the front door with three books, all by another author I wasn’t familiar with.

Three weeks, three books. Should be easy-peasy, right? Hopefully I won’t be writing another blog post of how I held these books captive.

Have you ever had trouble finishing a book, good or bad? Have you ever held a borrowed book prisoner?

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Please Allow Me To Re-Introduce Myself

PAMTRM_Badge copyI’m participating in the Please Allow Me To Re-Introduce Myself blogfest today hosted by Stephen Tremp, Carolyn Brown, Mark Koopmans and Elise Fallson. Basically you share something about yourself, no matter the subject, with your viewing audience. So I get to bore apprise you of a detail that you may or may not already know about me. So sit back, grab your lattes and biscotti and try not to yawn.

One day when I was in the first grade, I wrote my thought of the day, as the class was often asked to do. We could even draw a picture to go along with our piece. As my teacher, Ms. Hutchinson, came around our desks checking out our work, she seemed to be really interested in my paper.

Sometime afterwards, Ms. Hutchinson, took me down to the office and as six-year-old, I was terrified. Since I was always an obedient child, I kept going over in my mind what I could have possibly done to warrant a trip to see the principal.

Anxiety turned to delight as the principal and my teacher bestowed praise upon me and presented me with a certificate of merit for the piece I had written. From what I remember, it was only two or three short sentences and pertained to God’s love but I guess they couldn’t believe someone my age could convey such thoughts.

I was excited that I had received the award, but I was more amazed at their reactions to what I had written. I had moved them and that’s when I knew I loved writing. That was my aha moment.

Don’t forget to check out Stephen‘s, Carolyn‘s, Mark‘s and Elise‘s blogs to find others participating in the blogfest. It’s a great way to meet other bloggers!

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I Bid You A Most Anxious Adieu

I could write a post about how horrible 2012 has been to me and my immediate family. Oh the stuff I could tell you about how our lives have been riding on a Friday-the-13th-like-existence since February straight through to the now impending fiscal cliff. Yeah, it’s been that bad. From a loss of one kind to another loss of a different kind to yet another loss and all the mental anguish to go with it, our family has been through it.

And even as I write this, not knowing what the future holds, I’m trying to look on the bright side. I know it seems impossible but the next year has to be better than this one, doesn’t it? There is no way we could survive another year-long downward spiral. There has to be an upside to all of this.

And yet, every day I’ll read a story of someone else’s Continue reading

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Besides, I Know You’re Santa Claus Anyways

“Besides, I know you’re Santa Claus anyways.” I froze, my heart dropped and knots wreaked havoc on my stomach as those words fell from my son’s lips. O.M.G. The holiday moment I had most feared had finally come true.

My husband and I had been discussing my son’s possible waning belief in Old St. Nick since he was rounding the corner to the age of ten. According to my husband, he already knew at that age how the stockings got stuffed and where the gifts magically appeared from. He insisted it was just a matter of time before my baby boy no longer lit up when mentioning the jolly old guy in the red suit.

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“Love Finale”

Feeling regret

About this thing we had;

This thing

That used to be passionate,

Used to…

Feel incomparable.

Feeling regret

About the thing we shared;

The thing

That used to be ecstasy,

Used to…

Feel incredible.

Feeling regret

About the thing we nurtured;

This thing

That used to be unending,

Used to…

Feel resplendent.

Feeling regret

About the thing we cherished;

The thing

That used to be unrehearsed,

Used to…

Feel exclusive.

Feeling no regret

About the thing we smothered;

The thing

That used to be our love,

Used to…

Feel like suffocation.

Copyright © 2012-2014 – Melissa Kinnel [All Rights Reserved]

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