I bought a book. Okay, I’ve bought many, many, many books. All of them written in English.

But this particular book was about finance.

Finance.

Yeah, it was a conspiracy book about those with stars upon thars out to save themselves at the expense (literally) of those without stars upon thars.

I had read the opening with no problem, but then I started chapter 1 (which just happens to be about 1.5 hours long by the way I read) when I noticed that although I could understand the words, the meaning was somehow eluding me.

So I started reading aloud to my husband, who understands the magic/voodoo/hokum that is finance and asked him to translate.

For now and until the end of the book, the hubbinator and I will be spending time reading together then discussing passages in this book, just so that I can understand what is being said.

When I told my dad of this turn of events, he wanted to know why I was reading the book given my difficulties understanding the concepts. My reply was that I plan to destroy the world and this book would help me do it. Given that I write books about the apocalypse, I thought that was QED.

Then again, maybe I just have masochistic tendencies or, more than likely, want to know stuff, especially stuff found in books:D

Until next time.