Friends would call. They’d say things like, “Hey! Haven’t seen you in a while. Do you guys want to go hiking/out for sushi/to a movie?”
And I say, “Gee, I’d love to, but I have to stay home and throw up.”
Actually, I’d lie and say things like: “Sorry, but I really have a lot of work to get done.” Or, “Can’t, I need to work on my ribbon-dancing routine.”
And then I stayed home and cried into my bowl of organic mac and cheese because I was so hungry and nothing would stay down. (Okay, that was just one night.)
(Friends, this is me officially telling you that we still like you. It was just a rough few months.)
And then I stayed home and read. Obsessively. It brought me back to the days when I devoured Goosebumps books under my dad’s book signing table (I could read 1.5 Goosebumps during an average book signing. All I’d have to do is remember the title and page number and I could pick up where I left off at the next book store.)
I’ve alway been a fast reader (and my job necessitates it) but pregnancy has made me a scary-fast reader. One particularly sick week I read 3 books in 4 days. Another night I read a novel (and found its grammatical errors–careful with quotation marks people) in the time it took David to go to a party for a couple of hours and come back. I told David I think I might be a savante.
He said that also explains why I no longer have any contact with the outside world.
- Turn of Mind, by Alice LaPlante (Read this!)
- Drop City, by T.C. Boyle (All sorts of sexy hippies in this one. Unbelievable writing.)
- Miserly Moms, by Jonni McCoy (Trying to learn the art of frugality.)
- The Piano Teacher, by Janice Y.K. Lee (Excellent.)
- The Knife of Never Letting Go, by Patrick Ness (Book club choice, and very interesting.)
- Attachments, by Rainbow Rowell (I just realized that the author’s first name is Rainbow. It made me like the book even more.)
- Maine, by J. Courtney Sullivan (Great.)
- Sugarhouse: Turning the Neighborhood Crack House Into Our Home Sweet Home, by Matthew Batt. (Intimidating.)
- St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves, by Karen Russell (Weird. Very weird. You should try it.)
- The Gap Year, by Sarah Bird. (Enjoyed. Except for all the talk of food. That almost did me in.)
- Don’t Breathe a Word, by Jennifer McMahon. (This is a book about spooky fairies that I enjoyed. Enough said.)
- My Favorite Midlife Crisis (Yet), by Toby Devens. (Please don’t ask me why I read this one. I just did. And besides some weirdly off-color language throughout I rather enjoyed it.)
- The Five Love Languages: The Secret to Love That Lasts, by Gary D. Chapman. (I really recommend this.)
And: A sexy book about a cowboy and a woman whose son is deaf. I can’t remember the title, but it had something to do with “Blue.” Google was no help in this matter.
I think it’s time we sign up for Comcast. I could really go for some reality TV right about now.