So why did I agree to do it? Why did I agree - nay, not agree, but came up with the idea - to conduct this experiment in the first place, when we all know that I'm going to suffer through it? Just WHAT was I thinking when I asked Lily to recommend me a book???

Well, no, that's not entirely true. What really happened was that I challenged her. You see, Lily and I may be only a year apart, but when it comes to our personalities, we might as well be standing on opposite sides of the planet. She loves pink; I don't do pink. I watch shows with penguins and an old (but cute) host; she watches shows with hot guys. She listens to Vanessa Hudgens and The Click Five; I go for KT Tunstall and Switchfoot. NYC, what?

Basically, we are veh veh different. This also applies to the type of books we read. She reads the pink cover books about girlfriend/boyfriend/prom/etc dilemmas. I go for anything that's smart, good, or witty.

So anyhoo. I thought it would be interesting to try out one of her type of books. I'm always telling her that her taste in books leave much to be desired, and she's always telling me how boring my type of books is, so why not make a switch and see where that leaves us?

The real reason I decided to go for this is because I want Lily to read something new for a change, you know? Not that I have anything against her type of books - hey, if you like it so much, good for you, go knock yourself out reading them - I'm just against her reading them.

So that's the experiment.

I gave her this book 'Jude', which is absolutely amazing.

She gave me this book 'Crazy in Love', a book with pink swirls on them.

I decided to be open-minded about all this. Who knows? Maybe - oh God - maybe I'll end up liking it. Maybe it's not that bad. Maybe I'll live.

Maybe.

I started reading it yesterday and seriously, I don't know whether to laugh, scream, or cry. I decided to go for all three.

"Not after the best summer ever, hanging out with my gal pals ... keeping in touch with each other and still be us forever and always: The Girls."   Laugh.

"I take the pencil and can feel the heat of his strong fingers. I clutch Jackson's pencil, lift it to my nose, and inhale. It smells like him... Jackson House has given me his pencil. I think I'm going to cry again."    I wanted to cry too.

Like I said, if that's the type of thing that you guys like to read, then great! I'm glad you like reading. But it's just not cut out for me, man, it's just not for me.