Indiana Jones is the love of my life. My boyfriend has learned to deal with this, mostly because Dr. Jones is a fictional character, but this week has probably been particularly hard for him.

After nearly 20 years, my (movie) boyfriend is back, and I might be going a little bit crazy.

I'm not talking about the weeklong party, including decorations, nightly viewings and a serving of monkey brains I forced my friends in attendance to eat. (No animals were harmed, it's simply strawberry goo). I'm talking about the mass-marketing gurus who have totally suckered me into buying all kinds of crap I don't need.

Indiana Jones m&ms? Check. Little paper Indiana Jones fedoras? Check. Indiana Jones Cheez-its? Check. The Lost Journal of Indiana Jones? Oh, you know it.

I spotted it in the bookstore, squealed like a 10-year-old, and didn't even try to defend my purchase -- until now. How can I resist a publication that includes Short Round's illustrations of how he conquered the Temple of Doom?

The Lost Journal, which even has some pages intriguingly "ripped out" is a fun read for the slightly obsessed, or those who want to reacquaint themselves with the whip-wielding, Nazi-killing, ancient-language-speaking adventurer. It covers some ground that the television series and movies didn't address, gives some insight into the adventures we all know, and brings you up to speed on what Dr. Jones has been up to since the last movie. But you can probably live without it.

And that's what I'm here for, folks. I'll be the marketing dupe so you don't have to.