Let me give you a look into my mind.
Responsible part - Okay Bejoes, you’re 100 pages in a library book and you’re taking a tiny one with you. Going on a three-week holiday will only make you be slightly behind on schedule by the time you get back.
Irresponsible part - Sure.
*arrives at airport*
Irresponsible part – OH LOOK BOOKS
suffice to say that the mini challenge of finishing the year with reading every genre in our library has been thoroughly thrown out of the window. But I just can’t regret it, because the books I read these past few weeks are fucking awesome.
The Woman Who Went to Bed for a Year could be described as chick lit, which would make it the first of its kind I actually like. It’s brought to you by Sue Townsend, who also wrote the Adrian Mole series (haven’t read those yet, sorry, but I’ve heard they were good).
Meet Eva, housewife and mother of twins, who decides she’s had enough of cleaning up after her family and of their ungratefulness. She promptly dumps a bowl of spaghetti on her sofa and crawls back in her bed. She astounds her husband, her mother and mother-in-law, and soon the whole world with her stubbornness to leave the bed. She uses the time to think, which made me feel like this was an allegory of a caterpillar slowly morphing into a butterfly. We see her deal with her children, who both have a high IQ but low EQ, her husband who is far from ideal or even good, and the troubling/troubled strangers who see her as an angel sent from heaven and are determined to get in her bedroom.
It’s not a typical chick lit novel. But that’s probably why I like it.
Until next time,