Guilty as charged...

I don't have many guilty pleasures. I can say that rather confidently. I gave up soda years ago and by years I mean pre-marriage-- MANY YEARS, and I'm not much of a junk food junkie. I usually find it easy to turn a questionable TV show or turn off an "inappropriate" movie. And I can't tell you how many books I've put down due to language or other shady content, but I must confess that I have been away from blogging (one of my few guilty pleasures) for the last two days because of a very guilty pleasure, a book that I should have put down but didn't. I can't even tell you the name of it because I can't recommend it, in good conscience, because it is full 'o stuff, language and otherwise, that might offend you my dear readers.

So why bring it up, you ask? Because it's all I can think about at the moment. My life is temporarily intertwined with the characters and the events of their crazy mixed up lives that they've so kindly shared with me these past two days (yes, two days... it's that good. Would've read it in one if I could have).

And the best part is that it has changed me, this crazy guilty book that I can't recommend because of its crazy guiltiness. It shook me awake from the subtle fatigue that threatened to overpower me, running me straight into a ravine. I saw myself in the women in this book, so different than me yet somehow the same. In the most important ways, very much the same. And I woke up (at least in one particular area) Whew!

Don'tcha just love a good book?

P.S. If you really must know what it is leave a comment and I'll comment back, but be forewarned that it is at times disturbing, heart wrenching and maddening because it deals with life sorrows, INFIDELITY and the like in some (well more like great) DETAIL (so frustrating, so irritating... yet so thought provoking). But keep in mind that I DO NOT RECOMMEND IT. In good conscience anyway.