Confession #3654

I've only left this house twice since I arrived last Wednesday (But I've surprised even myself by showering daily. Three cheers for hygiene!). That's not the confession. I'm hoping that maybe it provides - not quite an excuse - but some sort of context for what I'm about to tell you.

Confession: Today I read a Jack Weyland book.

Yes, the same Jack Weyland who authored books you read when you were 14 years old. Or maybe you didn't...but I did. And I don't know how or why it happened today, but it did.

This is how it went down:

The book was titled Brianna, My Brother, and the Blog and it was horrible. I honestly think I could have written something better...and you're reading this blog so that should tell you something about my lack of writing skills. But of course I read the whole thing because 1) you can't just stop a book once you start 2) he told me outright in the first chapter that the baseball glove would prove significant later on so clearly I had to stay tuned and 3) I was curious to see if, when I thought it couldn't, it really could get any worse.

So in case you too were wondering if the books you read as a teenager were really as good as you remembered, the answer is not likely.