One of my favorite things to do after the kids are in bed at night is to flop down on the sofa in front of the fire and start reading. An hour spent soaking up words, and I feel luxuriously rich and much invigorated.
I've read two great books, as of late. It’s rare that I have a succession of lovely reads (usually there’s a dud, or a dry, heavy tome, thrown in the mix to slow me down), so it's been quite the treat. (And now I’m [re-]reading a third, my mom’s.)
The first hit read was a book called The Dirty Life: On Farming, Food, and Love by Kristin Kimball. The particular copy I read came from Lee, a friend from church. The book is making the rounds—Lee, Marj, me, my husband, Sam, etc). Everyone wants to get their hands on this gem of a book which recounts how city-slicker Kristin met her radical-farmer husband and how they acquired a farm and started their business. It’s a fast read, full of entertaining stories that involve subjects such as blood sausage, used dental floss, and rats (not all in the same tale, though).
Most back-to-the-earth stories that I’ve read (this one, for example) ring hollow, like the authors are living the life just so they have something to write about. Not this one, though. This story is hardcore. There is nothing idealized about their life. Words are not minced. There is blood, poop, and extreme exhaustion, with nary a stab at romanticizing it. (Not like you really could romanticize poop...)
It made me feel downright lazy—'cause I take my dirty life with hefty slice of cheesecake—but it did motivate me to finally make up my seed order.
The second book is the highly-controversial Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother by Amy Chua.
Folks, I loved this book! It’s funny, honest, crazy, challenging, and inspiring. I find it fascinating that this book has raised such an extreme level of ire in so many people. (Just read the reviews on Amazon.) Clearly, it strikes a nerve.
This is what the book says on the cover...
(it’s a confessional, people! the woman eats a lot of crow!), but I’ll not say much more. Read it for yourself, okay?
(Oh yeah. The tiger mother book made me feel lazy, too.)
What books are you reading?
This same time, years previous: corn and wild rice soup with smoked sausage