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From my bookshelf

Things have been delayed around here because we’ve had some very major life happenings going on. Such as: B graduated from preschool. This was a big event, it involved juice boxes, cookies, and the requisite singing. L has finally learned how to buckle herself into her carseat, and all the people rejoiced. The cows got out and were all over our front yard which required a late night trip to the home of the farmer to knock on his door and notify him. This also resulted in Hubs helping herd the cows back through. Sadly, I was not present for this or we know there would be some pictures.

I read the most fascinating book. Okay, I actually listened to it. Hubs and I got into an argument over this terminology. I was telling him how I read this book and he said “I don’t know when you had time to read it, I never saw you holding a book all week.”

“That’s because it’s an audio book.”

“That’s not reading. You can’t say you’re reading a book if you’re really just listening to it. You always say you’ve got two books going on” (this is a frequent occurrence, I usually have a paperback book I read whenever I have a minute, but then I listen to a different book, when I’m working/cleaning/ignoring) “I picture you flipping back and forth between two hardback books and that’s not at all the same thing as listening to one and reading the other.”

FINE. “I recently consumed a book. Happy?”

I recently consumed a book called, Wrong Place, Wrong Time by Gillian McAllister. It was so good! I really recommend it. It’s written from the perspective of a mother who sees her son commit a crime. The next morning she wakes up the day before it happens. And so on, every new day is actually a day/week/month farther back in time. The whole premise is to solve/prevent the crime from happening while moving backwards in time. Her son [18 years old] is this fantastic kid who would never do such a thing as this, so she knows something deeper is going on. Her insights into motherhood were particularly moving as well. The author really captures the importance of each stage of childhood as this mother sees her son throughout the years and realizes how much she missed the first time around. It was a good reminder to me, as I saw it through her eyes, not to get bogged down too much in the daily grind and to actually listen to what my kids are saying. Finally, the plot is very well thought out. The things she unearths are fascinating and all the way to the very last sentence she had me saying “woah what an excellent way to twist that in.”

I’m sure you read ‘moving backwards in time’ and are rolling your eyes. Well I extra recommend this book for all you time-travel snobs. The author’s take on time travel is very scientific but understandable/believable. She even loops some deja vu concepts into it that made me second guess every ‘haven’t I lived this moment already’ instance of my life.

The other book I read, per Hub’s recommendation, and this one I actually read, with my eyeballs, is The Secret Race: Inside the Hidden World of the Tour de France by Tyler Hamilton and Daniel Coyle. It’s written from the perspective of Tyler who was a pro cyclist, teammate of Lance Armstrong, and ex-doper. Wowzer. If you are interested in professional sports, or the whole cycling doping debacle of the early 2000s, check this book out. If you are interested in a fascinating story that is really well written, check this book out. I have to say, I would never support performance enhancing drugs, but when you read these guys’ stories and the positions they were in, it is so psychologically fascinating. You can almost understand why they made those choices.

Lastly, I did not read this, nor did I listen to it, but I watched it: The Social Dilemma. A Netflix documentary on how social media is targeted to addict and consume us. This was very informative and definitely convicted us on our phone use. The most poignant line, “the only other industry [besides social media] that refers to its customers as ‘users’ is that of illicit drugs.” Yikes.

Another topic of note, not related to my bookshelf; I saw Mitzi S. at the Y on Monday. In the span of our 2 minute conversation she implied that I’m weak and wonders if I’m quitting swimming because she doesn’t see me there very often and said TWICE that she swam 40 miles the previous month.

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