I dreamed last night that a VERY CUTE boy was interested in me. Unfortunately, when my dream mind discovered that the boy was 18, it did not do what _I_ would have done in ITS shoes, which would have been to assume _I_ was also 18. No. Instead my dream mind said to me: "Hey. Hey, wait. *counting on fingers* Aren't you nearly TWENTY YEARS older than that? I don't think this is AT ALL appropriate. Not at ALL. Seriously. Ick. And...wait. Aren't you also MARRIED? We need to stop this right here." Then my dream mind went and fetched Paul and had him take away my glass of champagne and make a pointed remark about my "boyfriend"---with heavy quotes, just like that, and not a very pleasant tone of voice, either.
Thanks a lot, dream mind. This reminds me of once when I was on a diet and I dreamed that I was very tempted by a bunch of candy but didn't eat it. Come on, now, that is TOO STRICT.
I recently gave up on a book after 220 pages, which I think may be unprecedented for me. Despite being very familiar with the concept of sunk costs (that is, that the amount of time I've spent reading the book is irrelevant to the decision about whether to KEEP reading it, since I can't get that time back either way), I have trouble putting it into practice. And besides, with a book, it MIGHT pay off to continue reading it. Though, admittedly, probably this is more true at 50 pages than at 220.
It was bugging me because there was a ton of foreshadowing to keep the suspense going, but then the foreshadowed events were never as big a deal as they'd seemed like they'd be. Plus, most of it was made up. Which is to be expected of fiction, of course, but in this case the narrator was also making up a story: imagining what things were like for his parents before he was born, when he hadn't been told those stories. So then I felt like I was reading fiction about fiction: the story wasn't even true within the covers of the book.
But then I read a book I liked very much: You Know When the Men are Gone, by Siobhan Fallon (photo from Amazon.com).
It is a TEENSY bit "you civilian wives have no idea how good you've got it," and I'm not sure anyone can make that kind of statement about anything (parenting, working, location, relationships, lifestyle choices/non-choices of any sort) without it being kind of annoying. And since NO ONE experiences ALL life circumstances, it's also kind of a duh thing to bring up: we ALL live a way that only other people who live the same way would understand, and ALL those ways include some things that would be considered disadvantages---and other things that would be considered advantages. If the book had instead JUST told the stories, without adding the little preachies about how much better things are for civilians, I would have received the message ANYWAY, but without feeling prickly about it.
Another problem is that it's short stories, which I hadn't realized when I checked it out of the library. And while I partly love short stories, I also partly hate them: they leave me stranded just when I've gotten fully invested in the situation. But these particular stories overlap each other a little, which I LOVE, so. Still, there are a couple where I thought, "No. You can't just leave it without any sort of ending and and call it done."
Boy, it sounds like I DIDN'T like this book, doesn't it? But I DID. I liked it in an "I NEED TO SEE WHAT ELSE THIS AUTHOR HAS WRITTEN" way. (Nothing, sadly.) It is just, when I like a book, I don't want to talk it up too much because then you're BOUND to be disappointed, and also I want to make sure I mention the things I DIDN'T like so that when you read it you don't say "She liked THIS?"
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