I love to read. Absolutely love, love, love it. I can inhale books in a matter of hours if its good enough. And it’s doubly good enough, I’ll read it again and again (hello, Time Traveler’s Wife!).

But. . . I’m out of books at the moment. I had a really rough patch where I wasn’t reading anything that wasn’t related to human anatomy and medical terminology. While fascinating and educational, I’m looking for something that’s going to make me shirk my wifely duties, motherly responsibilities, and personal hygiene. I want a book so good that I am using cocktail toothpicks to prop open my eyes as I read far into the night. And when I turn the last page, I want to feel swollen with satisfaction and the sharp smack of my hand as it hits my head when I realize, “I totally could have written this!”

The last book I read was “Eat, Pray, Love” and I slogged through it — sorry you Liz Gilbert fans. She had me in Italy, but when she got to India, I got very bored. Indonesia was redemptive, but by that point, I really wanted to just put the whole thing to bed and done with her. Hence the burning need for something I can really just burrow myself into.

I was tempted to pick up “The Time Traveler’s Wife” yet again, but I did read it fairly recently and it seems a little too soon. I thumbed through the books on my shelf: nothing. My wish-list at paperbackswap.com and at shelfari.com are just that — wishes. At PBS, the books I’m waiting on have an ETA on average of 17 weeks. WTH?

I thought about the library, but it’s tough to peruse the shelves at a leisurely pace with Mo and Co in tow. They haven’t quite figured out that a library is a quiet place and their volume control only goes in one direction — guess which one.

My dad reads quite a bit and I thought he might have some titles that I could borrow, but I already plowed through his collection of Mad Magazine Anthologies (very though provoking), Elmore Leonard, Stephen Carter, and others. My mom doesn’t read books, mostly magazines, but she did have a few titles near her desk. I perused those, settling on one that I had read before, but knew that I enjoyed. As soon as I cracked it open, I got giddy.

Yes. . .I’ll admit it.

I’m reading “Twilight” again*.

*well, technically, it’s Eclipse, so it’s not like I’m starting all the way at the beginning. . .