My Month in Books (#23)
I’m gonna get straight to it and tell you that I’ve turned into a complete idiot. It’s not entirely my fault, per se; it’s the whole pregnancy thing. My working theory is that my brain is spending so much more of its energy focused on all the additional involuntary tasks (like growing organs and feet and whatnot) that it really can’t handle all of its other tasks (like remembering words or what I did three seconds ago).
An example of the idiocy: today I drove a couple miles away to take a walk, got out of the car, and realized I was still wearing my slippers. Mind you, before leaving the house I thought to myself, “Make sure to put shoes on.” 🤦♀️
For someone whose brain is typically pretty reliable, this has really thrown for me for a loop. But, on the upside, I’ve been reading more than in the past few months. Maybe not any super-impressive levels, but an uptick, for sure. So scroll down if you want to read more about that. ⬇️
Highlights from September: Watching my stepson turn into a bonafide peewee football star; spending a fun weekend relaxing my one of my best friends; catching up with another best friend via Skype; expanding right into maternity pants (so blissfully stretchy); getting assigned to a new work project with one of my best work friends.
Not highlights: ummm, I don’t think I have anything.
But let's talk about some books, shall we?
I’m still not reading as much as I probably could be, but since I’m no longer falling asleep the second my head hits the pillow, I get a good 5 minutes of reading in before sleep takes over. This hasn’t amounted to stellar reading levels, but it’s consistent, which is good.
A list of books I’m currently reading:
The Wildflowers. The only reason I haven’t finished this is that my Kindle ran out of power just as I was deplaning on my way home from a work trip last week, and I’ve been so busy since that I haven’t had (ahem, taken) the time to dig around for the one USB charging cord that still works. I can tell that all the intertwined storylines are about to come together in a big, blowout way and, excuse me while I go and dig around for that charging cord…
Nurture. I’d say I’m still technically reading this, though it would be a lie to say I pick it up regularly. Still, it’s a good guide to walk me through what’s happening to me right now and what to expect.
City of Girls. Finally getting around to reading this, slowly making my way through. Savoring it.
Everything Is Figureoutable. I’ve been following Marie Forleo for years, so when her book came out, it was definitely an auto-buy. Her warm, tough-love style of encouragement is good stuff. Yet I’m not sure I’m in the right head-space for this one right now, so I’ll just have to see when it next opens itself up on my Kindle.
Baby Bargains. A friend recommended this to me, and I can already see it’s going to my life hugely easier. See, I’ve been working on the whole baby registry thing lately, and I’m finding it not-so-fun, since I know nothing about strollers, car seats, etc. — and this will save me from having to fall down a Google rabbit hole every time I get to a new “must-have” registry item. Which will make me less stressed and happier. Win-win-win. 🙌
A list of the book I finished reading:
Home Front Girls. A neat novel in letters exchanged between two women during WWII. They start out as strangers who have one thing in common (spouses fighting in the war) and grow to be the best of friends. If you’ve been following along for awhile, you probably know that I love (1) novels set around WWII and (2) epistolary novels, so this was right up my alley.
Now that it’s officially fall (or autumn, if you want to be fancy), I feel a little bit like Julie Andrews at the beginning of The Sound of Music. When I’m outside, I’m greedily taking in all the changing leaves, the crisp, blue sky, the way the quality of the light begins to shift. And I’m enjoying the cool air (even though it was in the upper 90s when I was in D.C. last week, so can I just say, “ICK!”)
Also, I may or may not have given right into the urge to pump as much of the ubiquitous pumpkin spice flavor into my body as I can. Feel free to judge, if you’re so inclined. I’ll be over here with deliriously happy taste buds.
So, to be clear, here is a summary of how I feel right now.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go force my husband to watch Hocus Pocus with me.
Happy reading, friends! Talk to you later!