I feel like I am finally at the phase of parenting when I can lose myself in books again. For so many years, I had such sporadic, short bursts of quiet time that engaging in a book felt like a losing battle so I often opted for magazines or the internet instead. But lately I have been finding myself with good pockets of unplugged, alone time (yes, my kids are content playing on their own these days. No, I don’t drug them) to really get into books. And what a happy place that is.
I just wrapped up A Thousand Splendid Suns. It took me about 200 pages to get into it and I almost gave up twice. But I am glad I didn’t because the last 200 or so pages were well worth it. Beautifully written, tragic and hopeful at the same time, and a very enlightening look at another part of the world I will realistically likely never visit beyond those pages.
Next up is Lean In. I have been putting this one off for a while because there were a few things in flux with my work and my vision for the future and my goals. Then I realized it may actually help me to align all that, so it’s on the nightstand as we speak, ready to impart its wisdom on my wandering mind.
Then I am moving onto Sharp Objects. I read Gone Girl like the rest of the world (I always pictured Bradley Cooper in my mind while reading it so the Ben Affleck thing has me thrown a bit) and this is what I thought of it. But a bookworm friend that I trust implicitly promises me that Sharp Objects will deliver on everything Gone Girl didn’t, which was really just the ending. But let’s be honest, you need a good ending.
After all, those good pockets of quiet, alone time may be coming around more often these days, but they still have pretty high standards.
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