What a Hypocrite

This blog is dedicated to my dear sweet sis...

My sister commented the other night that I am a strange one. Since she is also slightly cracked, I asked her to elaborate. She cannot conceive of how much time I devote to reading Jane Austen and Charles Dicken and complainig because books like Cecilia and The School for Scandal and Tom Jones aren't written anymore.

Slightly weird yes. However this comes from a 13 year old who lives to read Virgil, Ovid and Homer. Granted those are my books. But the principal of the thing man.

In the end we both agreed to being cracked and raising a cracked sibling between us two. My 4 year old sis is fairly acquainted with Kant, Hume and Plato...even Nietzsche...I was fairly obsessed with him for awhile.

We are odd ones...I just had to point that out to her after we played the Battle game where we attacked each other using the poems of one writer...Keats and Wordsworth flew across the room...it was glorious.

So in calling me weird...she's being hypocritical no?