A post not about babies (mostly)
On Saturday, we took a trip to the library, because I really needed some reading material beyond pregnancy/childbirth/childcare books. This is important, yes, but it’s just about all I’ve read in the last 9 months, and my brain was getting full.
I picked up Rant: An Oral Biography of Buster Casey by Chuck Palahniuk and Tales of the Unexpected by Roald Dahl. I’ve read one other of Roald Dahl’s short story collections for adults, and I was very impressed. I guess it’s not surprising that the mind that created such twisted children’s tales as The Witches (my all-time favorite) would be even weirder and funnier when not censoring himself for a juvenile audience. I haven’t started that one yet, but I’m looking forward to it. Rant is really good so far. I really admire the way Chuck P. slowly unfolds a story and doesn’t pander. His brain must be a very interesting place to live.
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Things one notices when spending hours and hours breastfeeding a baby: this Boppy I have sports a Noah’s Ark theme. On it I see a pair of rabbits, a pair of sheep, a pair of horses, a pair of chickens (lesbians, apparently, since neither is a rooster), a pair of something that might be armadillos, and…a zebra with a monkey on its back. Shocking!
U librulz dno’t kno anyting if teh chikens on Naoh’s arc wer lesbains tehn WHY R THER STIL HCICKENZ????//
Brian and I recently went to the Haunted Bookshop and I got The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin, he got a collection of Sherlock Holmes stories. Hooray for reading!
Baby feeding time got me a LOT of books read. I think I went through two a week for a bit there!
By the way, I actually like the baby posts. I can relate to your new world. Your pre-baby super fun, always traveling, making fancy food, go-go-going life was for sure fun to read about, but all I could do was be jealous, not relate.