I’m having one of those rough patches I have encountered along the way in this long but short year of being a twin momma. This week I feel extra lonely and underappreciated. One can only care so much for others before they lose sight of their own needs. I realized I don’t have much for myself. When the babies go down for a nap that’s my opportunity, right? I squandered that time by cleaning, laundry, reality t.v. repeats and staring at the baby monitor praying they stay asleep even though the asshole down the road with the orange truck he’s been trying to get to run for a year is revving his engine. How silly of me. Some thing I have always taken a great passion in since I was young as a way to escape reality in a healthy way (as in I didn’t go out and use drugs) was reading. That fell to the wasteside in my twenties due to hustling with working two jobs to pay rent. I have been out on my own since I was 18 and it wasn’t always easy.
Two years ago I started a second book in a trilogy I started. I picked up that book on Friday and didn’t want to put it down. I feverishly started reading and at first I realized my comprehension was rusty. I spend far too much damn time texting and scrolling social media (as I write this on my phone standing in the kitchen so babies keep playing nice in their playpen). The books is a series by Greg Iles and it’s the Burning Natchez Trilogy. It’s so damn good, I’m on the book called the Bone Tree. It’s perverse at some parts and filled with the ugly historical truth at the foundation of this country. I was a history major so I understand that this book may have some vulgar truths in it. I can’t wait to finish it and I already ordered the next book in preparation. It was time to take back a little of me.
Have you read any good books lately?