It's back to school I go. I go grudgingly with excitement and trepidation. The excitement comes when I realize I am so close to accomplishing my goal. This is my last full semester. If all goes well, I will graduate in the Spring. I will still need to take one more Finance class in the Summer though, in order to receive my diploma. But, I can finally taste the end. I go with trepidation because I know that it will be a tough semester. And, I don't look forward to the stress that I know it will bring.
But, I'm ready. If the teacher asks what we did over our break I have many stories to tell. Unfortunately, it's not grade school anymore, so unless I discuss the stocks I didn't buy or the corporate financial analysis that I should be doing, he or she won't care that I actually got to read a book, a book for frivolity. I'm not so sure you could call Ann Rule's, "Without Pity," a book of frivolity though.
I've never been one to read true crime books. I picked this one up at the airport on my way home from Texas. After reading this one, I don't think I'll be a regular. It's not that it was bad. It was that it was disturbing. I felt like I had a Reader's Digest of all the worst news stories of the 70's. Bizarre murder mysteries occur on a much more random basis in the real world. Right now there is the Peterson trial and the Blake trial in the news. But, even the Blake mystery is 3 years old. To have a compilation of horrid stories that are based on fact makes me even more suspicious then I already am of the world around me.
Please allow me at least one rose-colored lens. This book made me want to rip off the glasses and stare into the blaring light of the noon day sun exposing the dark underbelly of humanity. But, I'm fighting to continue to see the glass as half full. To see the best in people, but to do it with caution. It's hard to see it as half empty when a goal, a dream, is so close to being realized.