Green Eggs And Ham

10yo gave us a bit of grief about reading before he started pulling the all night reading benders *fist bump*. One of the things I had him do was read Green Eggs And Ham to 6yo who was widdle and potty training at the time. He would always, always poo when it was time to get the big kids off to school, or while we were driving or at school and no change tables etc. So I had the big kid read to him a bit before his usual-timed performance and the deal was, the book had to be finished before either of them could move.

It worked a treat because the littlest’s BMs became a far less inconvenient part of the leaving-for-school schedule AND, reading. Littlest started doing his own reading on the loo before long and today, four years later, he read Green Eggs And Ham to me. Granted I wasn’t powdering my nose but maybe that will give me a breather before school, if he reads to me in the throne room. Full circle!


I Tell You What

I’m reading a great book and obvs there’s plot twists and depths of layers, but one thing that’s pissing me off is the guy getting pissed off and insulting the girl’s living situation. She’s self-made and doing things on her own terms and he comes in and thinks it’s all nothing. It’s insulting and making me so fucking angry, because I’ve seen that shit irl, too. 

When you don’t have to answer to anyone else and you’ve got things going on in your life that you’re taking care of, and because it doesn’t fit perfectly into a little square box with an ideal bow, then it’s worthless. Fuck off, judgmental assholes.

That is all.

Book lovers day

So Monday was #Nationalbookloversday and it was all over twitter so it must be legit. I’m not reading anything right now but I am a book lover, not a fighter. I don’t fight with books, I let them take me, clothing optional.
I’ve read loads of books, obviously, since I’m mid-30s, maybe on the cusp of mid-late, but there are a few that stick out in my mind. Many of them are more recent reads as I’m apparently losing my mind but that doesn’t make them any less awesome:


so many books, so little time

Night Film by Marisha Pessl was riveting. So excited about reading Special Topics in Calamity Physics next!
The Stand by the grand Master Stephen King. I’ve read it about ten times and was thinking the other day that I need to get into it again, but it’s in poor condition and I don’t actually know where it is, sad emoji. Also most of the other SK books, especially The Dead Zone, which I always get mixed up with The Dark Half.
LOTR are wonderful, but I couldn’t get into The Hobbit and I probably wouldn’t read them again unless I was stranded somewhere.
The Time-Traveller’s Wife.
Most Jane Austen novels, obvs. And Brontes.
The Mayfair Witches series by Anne Rice.
A Discovery Of Witches and etc by Deborah Harkness loved loved loved.
On the other hand, I feel like I’m cheating on a book if I don’t finish it, and honestly there must be less than five books that I’ve put away unfinished. I’ve finished more books that I thought were rubbish than books I’ve stopped reading. Not finishing a book is like not putting the shopping trolley away properly, or a bunch of other bullshit things I do that are just the right thing to do that neither Husband nor I can think of right now, even though he can get so pissy because I’m doing them.
I’ve really enjoyed reading everything recently. That probably means I’m no critic but it also means I’m an optimist, or naive as shit. Whatevs.
Enjoy reading bitches.