So Optimus Nerd made me read
The Watchmen, and of course I willingly obliged. But I should get an award. Seriously, I teach high school English! I get paid to read, talk abut reading, and read some more. Now if only I could get my students to stop writing "IDK" and "cuz" and write the actual words instead. A girl can dream, now can't she?
Despite the fact that last semester I was reading three novels simultaneously, I still finished
The Watchmen before the film was released in theaters. Well, I finished it on the plane right before the epic movie night, but still. I did it. I was like a reading machine. A proud one at that. Also, it helped that Nerdman drilled with questions and mini-quizzes on what I had read like EVERY NIGHT. I had to have something to report. You don't understand what it's like to hear my nerdy lover's disappointing tone when I hadn't read the night before. And he isn't exactly interested in hearing me yammer on about how I think it's cool that the author Alan Moore integrated two frame stories within the main story. You know what I mean?