I’ve read four books this year so far, and that is by far a lot more than I read by Feb of 2015. I think part of the reason I’ve been much faster at getting through books is because all four of these have been extremely powerful.
Close Your Eyes, Hold Hands by Chris Bohjalian.
Room by Emma Donoghue
Luckiest Girl Alive by Jessica Knoll
You can’t get more stay-up-all-night, at-the-edge-of-your-seat than that!
But the fourth, and latest one, I think resonated with me the most.
Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget by Sarah Hepola.
“I understood drinking to be the gasoline of all adventure.”
“Wine has become our social glue, the mechanism of our bonding. We needed the wine to shut out the jackhammers of our own perfectionism and unlock the secrets we kept within.”
“A certain group of women have made booze a very public and very integral part of culture. Young, educated, and drunk.”
“I drank myself to a place I didn’t care, but I woke up a person I cared enormously.”
“The nights I can’t remember are the nights I can’t forget.”
“I’ve always been mixed up about attention, enjoying its warmth but not its scrutiny. I swear I’ve spent half my life hiding behind a couch and the other half wondering why no one was paying attention to me.”
“People like me disguised our true feelings in layers of detachment, endless pop-culture references, sarcasm. Because no one can break your heart if they don’t know it.”
“The wine turned down the volume of my own self-doubt, which is what I blocked writer is battling: the bullying voices in her head telling her each thought is unoriginal, each word too ordinary.”
“The real problem is that I still fear my own talent is deficient. This isn’t merely a problem for writers who drink; it’s a problem for drinkers and writers, period. We are cursed by a knowing fear that whatever we are – it’s not good enough.”
“What a powerful voodoo – to believe brilliance could be sipped or poured.”
Reading Into the Darkest Corner by Elizabeth Haynes because a friend recommended it and because it got great reviews on Amazon. I’m about 14% through, according to my Kindle, and my God. Can Cathy BE more insufferable?
I get it. Something bad happened to her (exactly what, I haven’t found out yet), which is causing her to be paranoid and way over cautious. That I understand. But the narrative of her OCD-ness is driving me crazy.
The whole time I just wanna yell, “Stop it! Stop it, you crazy person! You are f*cking insane! GET OVER IT!”
And the problem is, someone who went through a traumatizing (I’m guessing) ordeal is probably going to have some psychological side affects. I just don’t need to read about every million gagillion time she checks the locks.
Get to the storyline, Haynes, so I can see what all the fuss is about. But please spare me page after page of detailed lock checking.
I am definitely OCD on a certain level, but the craziness has got to stop.
1. Looking for inspiration in your daily mundane life? Maybe these notepads will give you the boost you need! (1), (2) Even brainstorming menu ideas and writing out grocery lists can be made more fun, I hope.
2. Elephants are really weird looking animals if you really think about it, and I can’t get enough of these gifs! Reminds me of when Dragon first started feeding himself and his hand-mouth coordination was, well, not there.
3. I was introduced to this book by A Cup of Jo and it made me laugh too! I can definitely, definitely, definitely relate to “Close the door quickly or everyone in the restaurant will hate you.” The illustrations make it all the better.
4. Jenver in Denver mentioned this animal rescue site on her blog. I immediately signed up, and you should too. With a free daily click, you can help fund food to animals in shelters all across the country. How awesome (and simple) is that?
5. This is bringing body painting to a whole new level. Can you even tell what you’re looking at?
1. Sunset at Ocean Beach on Easter Weekend. To me, Southern California beaches are for fun, and sunbathing, and water sports galore! And San Francisco beaches are where you go to write sad poetry. Even on a clear day, I can’t fight the melancholy.
2. First time to San Rafael. Though it’s less than 20 miles from the Golden Gate Bridge, it feels like a completely different world. Cue, wild turkeys.
3. I love a good list of recommended books to read, but please, it’s 2014. Stop recommending Hunger Games. Chances are, people have heard of it by now. It just gives me the impression that you don’t read a lot.
4. When I read style posts, I tend to gravitate towards layering, like this outfit for instance found on Happily Grey, or this leather and lace combo over at Penny Pincher Fashion. But when it’s actually time for me to get dressed, I realized that when you’re running after a toddler all day, tucked in shirts are the bane of my existence.
5. Reading If I Stay by Gayle Forman, and tears! They don’t stop coming! Looking forward to following it up with Where She Went. Maybe I’ll write a post on it if I can wrap my head around the whole ‘sacrifice’ versus ‘choice’ theme. Why is it often the YA novels that have such great impact?
I am reading The Goldfinch, because everyone else is reading The Goldfinch and I am a cliche. According to my Kindle, I’m only about 40% into the book, and so far, I’m really not sure what the hype is about, nor am I sure where all of this is going. I do, however, have three thoughts: (SPOILER ALERT!)
1. Going into the book, I purposefully avoided all reviews and plot summaries so that nothing would be spoiled. All I knew was that an “accident” took the life of the little boy’s mother, he was taken in by a wealthy family, and a piece of art was somehow involved. Well, the description of said “accident” was shocking and absolutely gut wrenching.
When I was living in New York, The Met was my favorite museum and I frequented it often. Reading about what took place there was so vivid that it actually gave me nightmares, and in a post-911 New York, it is always in the back of everyone’s mind that something horrifying like that may happen again. I give it a 10 in shock value.
2. Ever since I became a mother, story lines that involve mother and child are especially effective at pulling my heart-strings. I just finished reading Kimberly McCreight’s Reconstructing Amelia and couldn’t even begin to imagine how it would feel to lose your only child. Though it’s the opposite scenario in The Goldfinch, I found it equally as heartbreaking to think about my son losing his mother. I had to put my Kindle down several times reading about Theo waiting for his mom to come home, the way he wanted to be on his best behavior, the way he left food for her in case she was hungry. That killed me.
3. The boy Theo became after he moved to Vegas really got me thinking about how important parental figures and nurturing are in a kid’s life, even if the kid is already a teenager. In New York with his mother, he was a normal kid, going to school, growing up, dealing with your run of the mill teenage adolescency. But in Vegas, living with a father who couldn’t care less about him, and no one to give him care or direction, he turned into a raging alcoholic/stoner/petty theft criminal. In his own words, “How had I gone from AP everything to being lumped in with a derelict…” It’s sad, and no child deserves that kind of life.
Other than that, where the plot is heading, I have no idea. I’m stuck at a point where it’s rambling on and on about Theo’s life in Vegas, and I don’t know what this has anything to do with the painting, the wealthy family in New York, the little girl at the Met, or the owner of the antique store. At almost 800 pages long, it really needs to pick up the pace and get to the point. (If there is one?)
My interest and curiosity are waning. Something, anything, happen already!
“I’ve also cleaned up my act considerably since I met Peter, curbing my emotional and alcoholic excesses for our life together. I’ve always heard that animal trainers put goats in the stable with particularly high-strung racehorses because the goats are calm yet stubborn and the Thoroughbreds chill out.” – Jessica Grose, Sad Desk Salad
This just goes to show, while my husband may be the calm goat, I am the true Thoroughbred 🙂
This is not Dragon, but hopefully, it will be him next Christmas. I can’t wait til he too, is excited about all this holiday cheer.
This will be his first Christmas, and I’m looking forward to starting a little holiday tradition of our own. Growing up, I could always be found with a book (or ten) in my hands and I’d very much like Dragon to be an avid reader as well.
So, starting from his very first Christmas, he will be gifted 2 books (amongst other things) every year. Every year, I will wrap up all the books he’s received in the past years, and he can choose one to unwrap each night leading up to Christmas, which we will read together under the tree. And on Christmas Eve, he will be presented with the new books, giving him something, other than toys, to look forward to each year.
Oh, the things we do for our kids. Or maybe, it’s for ourselves too 🙂
I’ve moved/am moving twice in the past 7 months, and each time I pack, I donate a stack of books. The speed I’m getting rid of them is definitely greater than the speed of accumulation, cause I want my bookshelf to reflect who I am, a lil’ bit of girly-girl, a lil’ bit of hard journalism, a lil’ bit of humor, and a whole lot of adventure.
Ultimately, I want this:
This is basically going to be me all winter. This week has been brutal after coming back from 70-80 degree SoCal weather!