Small preliminary note by alala: I’m not sure putting someone else’s words up here is in keeping with the spirit of NaBloPoMo, but I had a very long and full day. Nevertheless, I would blog for you, my beloveds, except that I want people to read what Melanie has to say, and I don’t want some blah-de-blah what-I-did-today to push her post below the fold.
Well, it’s blogless Melanie here. I know, I am so last decade. Get this, I take pictures with FILM. Amazing, I know. Okay, I read a lot, but in the last couple of years things have gone down intellectually, there have been a few of those bright coloured novels. You know the kind I mean. I actually asked the librarian if I would have my card taken away if I kept taking out such crap. She was puzzled.
Total number of books I own:
I did a quick count one shelf and multiply jobby and got an approximate number: 210. Which surprises me, I would have guessed less. I suppose I haven’t packed up my whole life and put it instorage lately, but I have done so three or four times, so I have culled a lot of books and just gotten out of the habit of acquiring them. Hubby has probably 150 more on his shelves. Yes, separate shelves, separate money, and most importantly, separate blankets. Anyway.
Last book I read:
Oh god. Really? Conversations with a Fat Girl. Before that was The Fudge Cupcakes Murder. Trash. Jeez, I have a toddler, is that an excuse? I am currently reading The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley; The No-Cry Sleep Solution for Toddlers and Preschoolers; and No one belongs here more than you. by Miranda July. Which is overdue and I’m not done and I’m going to return it anyway because it is good writing but she is creeping me out. Oh, and The Broker by John Grisham because my mom gave it to me and I started reading it while waiting for the ferry and now I might as well finish. There have been some problems with focus lately.
Last book I bought:
I so rarely buy books. OH, I bought the Wizard of Op, a weird 70’s kid book for my hubby for Christmas, he has fond memories of it. Hope he doesn’t read your blog. Last book purchased for me was D is for Deadbeat, which he bought for me as he had noticed and remembered me reading the A, B, and C ones while I was pregnant (and I just can’t read them out of order, even trashy mysteries).
5 Meaningful Books
Oh, dear. But I left my brain on the other side of pregnancy!!!
1. Attachment Parenting: Instinctive Care for Your Baby and Young Child by Katie Allison Granju, Betsy Kennedy, and William Sears
2. Prodigal Summer: A Novel by Barbara Kingsolver Yes, I am one of those people who like to learn things from their wicked fiction reading. This covered a few interesting bases, lightly.
3. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.
4. … And Ladies of the Club, Helen Hooven Santmyer. Not because it is earth moving, but because it looks closely at the lives of women at a certain time, and that is important.
5. Meaningful, shit. I have read books that have moved me and inspired me and I just. can’t. think of any. I look forward to your suggestions.
I blog not, and neither do I tag.
Thank you Melanie!