For me, it’s books.
Even with all the shit I chose to bite off and chew on this year (business, work, building A Little House of Horrors, tractor trailerin’ school, blog, book? maybe?), I’ve always, always read- magazines, books, letters, e-mails, but especially novels. I loves me some novels.
And the latest slickly inserted diversion to the things that keep Miss Carol safe from me being a total dickwad is A Dog’s Purpose. And what a great diversion it is. Or was. It’s fun. It’s not great, but I’d read it again if I wasn’t, you know. (business, work, building our Little House of Horrors, blah,blah,blah)
W. Bruce Cameron manages to capture the essence of dogginess (I think) in his book about a dog who keeps re-incarnating until it finally fulfills his purpose. (hence the title? I’m guessing? see how I pick up on this shit?)
It’s good enough that it’ll make you cry like a baby, I don’t care who you are, and I can’t WAIT ’til Miss Carol reads it ’cause I’m thinkin’ it’s gonna be fun to raft down the road on a river of her tears.
A Dog’s Purpose is worth the time.