Before I left for B.C., I hit the bookstore for some reading material. I picked up two books: The Fool's Tale, of which I've written about already, and Audrey Niffenegger's (horrible link, I'm sorry, but it was the best I could find) The Time Traveler's Wife. I started to read it while I was out there, but I am so over reading first-person narratives, so I gave up on it and played solitaire on my laptop before bed instead.

Fast-forward to Monday. I had finished Something Blue at the beginning of the weekend, and nothing else was suiting my fancy. I knew that if I could just get one solid hour of reading, I would be interested enough to continue the book. I did the crossword on the train ride in, so there was no choice but to restart the book on the way home.

I read about 50 pages. It was interesting.

On Tuesday, I had the book sitting on my desk at work. My colleague A came into my office to talk about web stuff. When she saw the book, she launched herself at it.

"Are you reading this?" she asked.

"Yep," I replied. "I'm about 100 pages in."

"Oh my God, I love this book! It's one of my all-time favourites! I sometimes wish I could erase my memory so I could go back and read it for the first time all over again!"

She then went on to wonder about casting (putting her friend in as the male lead) and talking about how dreamy Henry was when he went to the clubs in the '80s. She has it bad for this book.

It's two days later and I'm starting to see where she's coming from. I dreamt about Clare and Henry last night—dreams that woke me up and made me restless. And I'm starting to dread the last 150 pages of the book. I cried through the 50 pages I’ve read since dinner, and I am now worried I'll make an ass of myself on the train tomorrow. I'm wondering if it's better to leave them happy where they are now, or continue on to the end, which is shaping up to be quite a sobber.

I think I'm done for the evening. I'll take tomorrow one page at a time.

On a positive note, after hearing A's spontaneous love song to the book, I recognized a kindred spirit. Today I brought her Diana Gabaldon's Outlander. She's going to start it tonight.

I’m watching: Starting in September, a whole bunch of reruns. TV Land Canada starts 21 Jump Street, which I was just a bit too young for when it first aired, on Sept. 1, while Space is starting The Hilarious House of Frightenstein on Sept. 4. Scrubs starts in syndication that day as well. Very cool.