looking through her red box of memories

you know how sometimes you'll randomly pick up a book and without really planning on it get entirely sucked into it and spend the next three or four hours tucked up under blankets with scratchy eyes turning the page again and again until there's no more pages to turn and then realize that you've just spent four hours reading soemthing when you techincally should have been doing osmething else?

i totally just spent four hours reading bridget jones. all i can say, really, is 'fawaw, that mr. darcy!'