Blog Challenge Day 28: Last Time I Cried

For real?

I’m an emotional person. I like this about myself, and I don’t plan on changing it. I take most things to heart, and I think that’s the best way to go.

I cried today when we were looking at a potential new additional to our family. My sister-in-law came to us last night and was so excited. She had found a dog that was the same size and uniqueness as our best friend, Boomer.

We went to see her today, and she was very nervous. It took a long time for her to warm up to us. We brought Boomer with us to make sure the new dog and him would get along. After our initial meeting, I was concerned that “Honeybadger don’t care” Boomer would bowl her over.

Instead, they hit it off.

As they touched noses and sniffed at each other’s butts (the dog equivalent of a handshake and a hug), tears came to my eyes. We had met Boomer’s little sister.

We are so excited to have Pepper come home with us. She fits perfectly into our family.

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The Days of Abandonment

Title: The Days of Abandonment Author: Elena Ferrante
Pages: 188 Genre: Fiction
Recommended: If you like books like explore the human psyche and don’t mind graphic scenes. Also a good read for feminists.
Song: “Alone” by The Morning After Girls

It’s not often that I pick up a book by a contemporary Italian author, so I felt very cultured reading this one.

In “The Days of Abandonment”, we meet Olga, a normal middle- aged mother who has stayed at home with the kids until her husband leaves them for another (younger) woman.

This short book overs the eternity of time (probably a few months) that Olga processes, comes to terms, and moves on from this abandonment.

External Struggle

All of Olga’s actions are understandable, such as absentmindedness, a rebound one night stand, self-loathing and blame, and anger at her husband. She really doesn’t do anything out of the ordinary, and the series of events follow her descent into depression, wallowing in grief, and then ascent back to her new normal.

Internal Struggle

This is much, much more interesting. Olga has no trouble expressing her disgust, insecurities and depression in vivid, graphic images. She sees glimpses of her husband in the throes of passion with his new lover. She sees decay. She sees the worst in everyone and openly admits that the worst came out in herself.

I’ve read a lot of books written by women, for women. I’ve never felt like a woman’s true, deep feelings were put so openly on the table. Our deepest, darkest thoughts are not often expressed, simply because they can be so grotesque. Thanks to Elena Ferrante for being so candid!

Blog Challenge Day 24: A Difficult Time in My Life

Until the age of 25, I thought that I had been through some serious stuff. I had gotten myself through depression. I had graduated from college. I had soldiered through the beginnings of a career. I had gotten a man to love me so much, that despite my many flaws he followed through on marrying me.

Then I got the call from my dad. My mom was in the hospital. Her body was too weak to fight off infections, due to a long-standing autoimmune condition. Never before had this required her to be admitted to a hospital, and though she did come home from time to time, she never really left. She never got better.

After that phone call, I went to my garage under the guise of doing laundry. I sat down in that annex of my garage and cried, and cried. For the next 15 months, I only slept while medicated, was irritable to most everyone, and would cry at everything.

When she did pass, it was difficult, but from that moment on I could start healing. It was all uphill from there.Her sickness just kept going and getting worse. There was always new bad news.

We are given struggles for a reason. I can honestly say that I’m a stronger, better, more understanding and caring person because of this horrible time in my life. My mom is in a better place now, and that makes me very happy.

A Spool of Blue Thread

Title: A Spool of Blue Thread Author: Anne Tyler
Pages: 358 Genre: Fiction
Recommended: If you like bland books with 2D characters and no point whatsoever
Song: Sad trombone

This book was a big

“A Spool of Blue Thread” seemed critically acclaimed and was well praised, so I put in on my reading list. I wanted so badly to like it; for the characters to come out of their shells, but down to the last page it disappointed.

This book follows three generations of the Whitshank family and their Baltimore home. Told un-chronologically, the story meanders through each family member.

It’s a dud of an attempt to tell a multi-generational saga. Listening to it was like watching a parade of paper dolls in a Barbie house. A few characters had potential Barbie, Ken and Skipper potential, but they never fleshed out.

The spool of blue thread is supposed to represent that connection between generations and the love and forgiveness between them. This spool is mentioned once. If this book were a spool of thread, it would be the cheap kind. The kind that breaks when you try to thread it through the needle.

I really, really hate writing negative reviews, but the point and meaning of this book was totally lost on me.

Boo.