Book post
Here's what I can remember reading the past few weeks. This may vary from what I've actually been reading because my brain is like a sieve lately.
Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer: I read this one a while ago, maybe around jury duty time. Very interesting account of one of the worst climbing disasters on Everest. I'm not a climber nor do I know much about Everest but it was still fun and accessible.
Pandora's Star by Peter F. Hamilton: A fun but looooong sci fi novel. Had a cast of what felt like thousands. I got lost a few times. But it was pretty good.
Beautiful Boy by David Sheff: This was a father's memoir of his son's meth addiction--I had read the son's story, Tweak, a few weeks ago. Made me wonder how I'm going to mess up my own child. Not that the dad had much to do with things, but it still makes me wonder.
Pandora's Star by Peter F. Hamilton: A fun but looooong sci fi novel. Had a cast of what felt like thousands. I got lost a few times. But it was pretty good.
Beautiful Boy by David Sheff: This was a father's memoir of his son's meth addiction--I had read the son's story, Tweak, a few weeks ago. Made me wonder how I'm going to mess up my own child. Not that the dad had much to do with things, but it still makes me wonder.
The Ten Year Nap by Meg Wolitzer: A story of a group of mothers as their children turn ten. Tied in stories of the mothers' mothers--kind of a neat style.
Perfect Madness: Motherhood in the Age of Anxiety by Judith Warner: Why am I so stressed, and what can be done about it? a.) Social pressure and b.) better day care options. Sounds good. It also pointed out that whatever your child is or does is seen by others to reflect how good a mother you are--like when Lorelei can't sleep at night, this is why I feel like a failure and get so frustrated. It isn't a connection I had ever made but totally makes sense. The example the book used was the rise of autism diagnoses--it's a lot easier to say that a child has a disease than a problem that must be worked through, because to say *that* means you have failed as a mother according to society. Lots to mull over.
