Excellent Book Recommender Recognized for Achievement

After a recent declaration that I no longer have time for books that are anything less than awesome, I am happy to say that Dependable Book Friend Natalie gets me.  We had breakfast together while she was in town over the holidays, and I am 99% sure she only invited me to persuade me to read A Land More Kind Than Home by Wiley Cash.  The omelet was just a bonus.

Recently I have had a hard time concentrating on any book, but I trusted that this would be the page-turner she promised and Natalie (ok, and Wiley Cash) delivered.  

When I started the novel, my first reaction was “oh, this is an interesting subject but I am so smart and read so many books that I know how this will go and I will just watch it all come together as I predict it will.”  Fortunately, I was wrong and the book was full of surprises.  What I thought would be a small town mystery/courtroom drama was not at all.  

I purposely bought this book so I would have a good read in the hospital.  That backfired since the book was so good and my baby is so uninterested in coming out to meet me.  Pressure is on to find a labor-worthy read.  Anyone ever read a book that was so good that you didn’t notice crushing pain?  Or, more accurately, a book that you could read while being hooked up to drugs and holding a popsicle?

Book Blog Unpopular Due to Lack of Writing Skills; Repeated Use of "Sucked"

Greetings, Bookworm Loyalists.  I have an announcement to make.

I have decided that my time is too valuable to waste on books that aren’t excellent.  As a Mama who could give birth as I write this post, I don’t have time to mess with authors who aren’t publishing their A-Game.  So I abandoned The Red House by Mark Haddon twelve pages in, despite having loved The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time years ago.  I could tell this book was going nowhere fast, and a quick look on Goodreads proved I was right.

Another announcement.  I don’t stick to my own advice. 

I finished Miss Timmons’ School for Girls by Nayana Currimbhoy because I couldn’t let myself abandon two books in a row (especially since I had purchased both).  Finishing this book has shown me what a terrible book reviewer I am.  I can’t seem to communicate why I didn’t like this book.  In theory, the plot was interesting – so why was I so bored by it? 

This is a real problem when you write a book blog and giving your opinion on books is the only point to it.  Reflecting back on my posts, books seem to fall into categories such as “sucked,” “just ok,” “pretty good” and “awesome.”  Take that analysis, New York Times.

As I finish up what feels like year three of being pregnant, I am open to any and all excellent book recommendations.  Also, books about lactating, baby sleep and How To Encourage Your Husband To Change Diapers-type manuals.  Also open to foot rubs, cake and not having to stand up for stuff.

Rare combination of brushed hair and standing up documented.
38 weeks pregnant.
37 weeks over it.