The Washingtonienne

Today I found myself poolside with a trite novel about a twenty-something's scandalous adventures in Washington, DC. After recently learning of my upcoming move to the capital city, a friend recommended it. So far, this book has not required any intellectual acuity or exercising of the mind. It is as indulgent and utterly shallow as its candy-colored cover suggests it should be. I love it.

It dawned on me, while reading, that this is the first time I've picked up a non-school book since last summer. With my thesis now officially behind me and commencement only two weeks away, I've finally had some mental real estate available to consider the new adventures that lay ahead for me. While they do bring with them some sadness--my roots in Columbus run deep--they also promise to exceed my expectations. DC is gonna rock and I can't wait. I might even write a pink paperback of my own... :)