when my husband, daughter and i first moved into a new place, late last summer, i was a little bored. i happened onto a section of my digital cable where i could watch a few series from the beginning for free. i chose some show called true blood.
the reason i watched it was because i vaguely recalled hearing good things about the show but didn’t know much else. two episodes the first night (thought they were okay). three episodes the next night (was starting to get titillated). five episodes the third night (completely captivated).
i caught up to the live shows (late in the second season) within a week. i called my cousin (who, surprisingly watches way more tv than me) and she told me all about her love of true blood and how, little did i know, it was based on a book series (i’m on book 10 of 10, reading it very slowly because the thought of waiting a year for book 11 literally makes me whimper).
but in 11 days, when my beloved returns to hbo, i’ll make the time for it.