I’m a Prude

I remembered why I don’t usually take book recommendations.

I’m a prude.

I guess I’ve been burned too many times by picking up highly recommended books and running into content I find objectionable.

It’s not because I’m a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (a.k.a. Mormon) either. I know plenty of Mormons who find edification in books that would make me uncomfortable.

To each her own, I suppose.

Happy Yarning.

Order All the Books!

I’m not sure why I’m so adverse to taking book recommendations, but I rarely read things other people recommend.

Sometimes I do. Like the other day, when I put a whole slew of books on hold at the library.

The Eight by Katherine Neville

The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale

The Memory of Earth by Orson Scott Card

Middlemarch by George Eliot

Princess Academy: The Lost Sisters by Shannon Hale

All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

An odd assortment? Yes. Also, far too many for me to read before they all come due.

We’ll see how far I get. I do have my bum glued to the couch for several hours a day thanks to a hungry and adorable baby girl, so I ought to make fair progress.

Happy Yarning!

Pregnancy in Fantasy?

Conflict drives stories.

It’s probably a good thing.

But it seems to mean that the only time a pregnant woman is allowed “on screen” in a story is when the fact of her pregnancy causes conflict.

And I wish we could explore not only the tense and exciting parts of pregnancy (like the reveal and the delivery), but also the invisible, quiet bits.

Strangers couldn’t tell I was pregnant until just about yesterday (I’m 33 weeks along). Not too long ago a nurse at a new-patient visit, after taking my height and weight and blood pressure, was stunned I wasn’t worried that my last period was five months before.

~Three months. Can you spot the fourth person?

~Three months. Can’t spot the fourth person yet, but she’s there.

From week 1 there’s so much going on mentally and emotionally that affects only one girl. Is it enough to make a story out of? Maybe a subplot?

Can anyone point me to some fantasy that fills this gap? (And I do mean fantasy. I recognize there’s a good amount of contemporary fiction with pregnant characters.)

Happy Nesting! I mean, Yarning!

The Perils of Bookstores



Sometimes, when I go to get pizza, I end up buying a book.

This happened on Saturday, when I ordered some take-and-bake over the phone and said I’d like to pick it up in about 10-15 minutes. Apparently it only takes five minutes to drive there.

So I thought I’d just take a peek in the bookstore next door and–oh look a bargain/used section and–ooh look it’s the first book in a series I enjoyed as a teenager.

Yes. Apparently I shouldn’t go into bookstores unless I’m okay with talking myself into buying things.

Anybody else have silly book-buying adventures?