Well, since finishing Vicki's book I looked around and realized that my stack had dwindled to one rather large book that I think I'm saving for our upcoming beach trip (I'm at work and can't remember the name–shame, shame.) and so I headed to the book store to pick up a new book. I grabbed the latest by David Sedaris, When You are Engulfed in Flames, and started the first page in my car. As it's a grueling 85+ degrees outside, I didn't make it much further than that because I needed to get some air moving in the car, but I am now waiting anxiously to be able to hit the pillow tonight and dive right in.
It's a little corny, but it hit home with me because, as I'm sure everyone has noticed, I have a bit of diarrhea of the comma. I can't help myself (ok, ok, obviously I can stop with the commas!) I use commas like breaths, and apparently I take a lot of breaths while talking. I notice it on the blog especially because I am generally dashing thoughts off and rarely have a chance to re-read what I write. Then, months later I'll be looking back and just shaking my head at the rampant punctuation fallacies. So, I didn't buy the book–yet–but I am thinking more about my grammar, and I will be doing my part to at least think a bit more as I'm typing, if not do something totally crazy like proof read. As I'm not doing that this time, please feel free to delight in the irony of any of my mistakes this go round, and a very happy reading to you all!