Why would you apologize for what you read for pleasure? Every book read for pleasure should be celebrated. And novels that celebrate love, commitment, relationships, making relationships work -- why isn't that something to be respected? - Nora Roberts
I Tweet not, neither do I Like. OK, so now I Tweet. So sue me.
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Monday, July 27, 2015
It's a Long Story: My Life by Willie Nelson with narrator Christopher Ryan Grant (drive-through review)
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Monday, June 29, 2015
Thursday, June 11, 2015
The Widow of Larkspur Inn (Gresham Chronicles #1), by Lawana Blackwell (Victorian, Christian inspirational)
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Sunday, May 31, 2015
The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing, by Marie Kondo (non-fiction, quite a bit of personal background)
6/4/15: ETA: I meant to put this into the original review and forgot. There are three quotes from book I think may be valuable:
Because I was poor at developing bonds of trust with people, I had an unusually strong attachment to things. I think that precisely because I did not feel comfortable exposing my weaknesses or my true feelings to others ... .
But when we really delve into the reasons for why we can't let something go, there are only two: an attachment to the past or a fear for the future. (...)
The things we own are real. They exist here and now as a result of choices made in the past by no one other than ourselves. It is dangerous to ignore them or to discard them indiscriminately as if denying the choices we made. This is why I am against both letting things pile up and dumping things indiscriminately. It is only when we face the things we own one by one and experience the emotions they evoke that we can truly appreciate our relationship with them. (...)
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Saturday, May 23, 2015
I couldn't figure out the source of Sully's animosity.
ETA 5/25/15: I have now read some other reviews of this book and had some Twitter conversations. Please see this excellent post at Something More/My Extensive Reading, and be sure to follow the links, and if you're really interested, read the comments for truly enlightening discussion. Something More:
Also, I may have given the impression that I didn't like the book. While I found the book so uncomfortable to read that I'm resisting the desire/need to read it a second time, I'll go on record as saying that this would definitely be in my list of top 100 best-written fiction I've ever read, and honey, I've read a lot in my seven decades. It is masterful writing. It is amazingly subtle writing. I cannot imagine forgetting the book, and how I felt when I was reading it. I could talk about this book more or less endlessly because there is just that much to it. But I'm going to try to shut myself up. :-)
Monday, May 18, 2015
Monday, April 27, 2015
I have reached last straw stage. It's almost funny. We adopted - over the phone and via third party - so I'm very much at fault here - what we thought was going to be a 6 month old stray kitten, healthy. It turned out to be a 1-2 year old feral cat with some treatable health problems. (At least it didn't turn out to be a rabid porcupine.) I do not have the energy to socialize a feral just now. I helped a friend do it some years back and know how much work it is. It's not a matter of letting them find their way, it's much more complex than that if it's to be successful. Cat is still under the bed, 24 hours without water intake or litter use, growls and tries to bite if approached.
This became my last straw and I had a complete meltdown last night. Couldn't think, couldn't reason, couldn't stop crying.
But it's been coming on for awhile. I find that I can't think straight half the time, can't remember things, can't find my way through simple problems. My I.Q has fallen by 80 points. Part of this is sleep deprivation. I'm lucky to sleep three hours a night. Mostly though I'm just so damned tired of being brave all the time. I have no more energy to be cheerful and optimistic when every aspect of my life has imploded.
This is carrying over into my reading. I can't seem to finish a book. I've been re-reading some books but find myself skimming even old favorites. I don't have an opinion about the books I have finished. It's all - oh Jesus I almost said shades of gray. Yikes.
I'm not depressed, not hopeless or helpless, but I am very, very sad, and just worn out. I'm used up. What energy I have needs to go to Mr. Bat, who is ... well, he's dying, but his quality of life is improved now, a bit. He still needs care 24/7 and can't be left alone. Pretty soon I'm going to have to see if someone from palliative care can spell me two hours a week so I can get a haircut or see the dentist.
So once again I'm going on hiatus. From blogging, from Twitter, from a few websites and blogs I still follow. For his sake, I'm walking away. I cannot continue to scatter my limited resources.
Your friendship and support have meant the world to me. You got me through some very dark and scary days. Thank you for listening to me bitch and moan and whine. Thank you for your prayers and positive energy. But I'm just ... tapped.
May your next book be a keeper.