Yes, I will be one of those people glued to my television tonight to watch the series finale of Lost, although I think the BBC may have ruined it for me. I saw a headline on their site Friday and clicked away as fast as I could. I did not watch Lost when it first aired, but last summer Bob and I watched the entire first five seasons and were hooked. If you haven’t watched it, I highly recommend it, and having watched this last season on “regular” television (whatever that means anymore…we actually watch it through the Internet), I think the intensity of watching it on DVD or streaming makes it that much better, especially because there are so many twists and turns. The Internet has really changed the way we watch television, and in some ways I think we watch more (probably not a good thing, but oh well) because we can pick and choose and watch things straight through. Still, we have the most basic of basic cable, and I wish that HBO would hurry up and offer a subscription through the Internet so I could watch Treme, Big Love, and Entourage in real time, instead of waiting a year or so for Netflix to get it. Anyway, fellow Lost fans, I remain a firm supporter of Team Sawyer to the end. Just thought I would say so.
I have been doing a terrible job at supporting Short Story Month, and I will try to make up for it this week. My reading seems to have slowed to a crawl. I get ten minutes here and there during the day, and then I try to read when I go to bed but I only get through a few pages before my eyelids start to droop. I did finish Maile Meloy’s Half in Love this past week, so look for a post on that sometime soon. I also bought two other collections, Keith Lee Morris’s Call It What You Want, which I read about on Largehearted Boy (I loved his novel, The Dart League King, one of my favorite books so far this year) and Jean Thompson’s Do Not Deny Me, and I have another one out from the library (Who was talking about a library ban? Iliana? I am all for it.), The Secret Goldfish by David Means. There is no way I will finish all these this coming week, obviously. I had big plans for Short Story Month, but it looks like I will just have to turn it into Short Story Summer and be happy with that.
Seriously, I have so many books around the house, I am thinking of banning myself from the library after I turn in the books I currently have out on loan. I still have to read A Handful of Dust (I own that one) for the 1930’s Mini-Challenge, and I also signed up for Nymeth’s “read along” of Middlemarch (I own that one, too, and I’ve read about a third of it–several times). Participants will read at their own pace and post their thoughts the week of August 2. Right now, August seems far, far away, but then I seem to be under the impression half the time that it is still March.
Enjoy your Sunday, everyone!