Published on : 2021 || Format : ebook || Location : Canada One line review : When Kiran runs away from home to another country, to escape her rapist, she doesn't realize how long it is going to take her to feel like herself again. ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ “Passports and boarding passes, please,” drawls the blond, goateed man, towering a foot above us both. I pass him both my and Mom’s documents and attempt the smile that every person of color has mastered. The one that reads, I’m thoroughly nonthreatening. Please don’t pull me aside and racially profile me. Thoughts : I can't remember how I found this book or why I chose to read it. It was available on my library's Overdrive catalog and I'm glad I made the time to read it. If I Tell You the Truth tells the story of Kiran's arrival in Canada as a pregnant graduate student, though in reality, she was also running away from her rapist back home in India. When she makes the decision to have the child, her parents aban
Good morning fellow readers! I hope the weather is pleasant wherever you are because we have another week of sub-zero temperatures and nasty winds beleaguering us this week. I am so ready for the winter to be over. Being pregnant during winter is so not fun - my jackets don't button anymore, and wearing layers isn't easy.
The famous hormones finally claimed me about two weeks ago. I now get teary at the smallest matters, and annoyed at anything not going my way or anyone annoying me. It's funny when I think about it in retrospect. Last week, it was because my French Toast got ruined. It wasn't even that big a deal. We have plenty of food accidents around here and they rarely ever bother us, but this time, I just wanted to cry. The husband, quite diplomatically, managed to keep a straight face and even offered to buy it for me from a restaurant. But the instant I began to feel better, he promptly burst out laughing. I had quite a laugh out of it later, but I promise, it felt like the most drastic problem in the world at the time.
I can be very academic about my experiences, meaning I tend to over-analyze everything, google a lot, do plenty of research on why I feel something. (My husband likes to say that all that research invents my symptoms, and not the other way round. I just give him the look.) But all these excess emotions is truly weird for me, and has sent my brain wires trying to understand why I have to cry or complain.
Hope you all had a good Valentine's Day (if you celebrate it). We don't really do anything special for the day, but we do use the day as an excuse to eat some cake.
This week, I didn't read quite as much as I wanted to. I'm usually beat most evenings and can barely lift a book, much less read one. I'm hoping to invest in some short or fast reads, like comics, short stories, essays, or even middle-grade books (which are my secret guilt pleasures). Maybe those will see me through the week.
Today, the husband and I are driving to Raleigh to visit our friends and their adorable little almost-one year old - man, time sure flies so fast! I'm planning to read Anatomy of a Disappearance during the drive and hopefully finish it as well.
How is your Sunday going?
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Sunday so far is going well. Reading Sunday Salon posts as always and hopefully a little reading this afternoon. Not going anywhere here because we're having subzero temperatures and wind chills. Don't have to go anywhere until tomorrow afternoon.
Have fun visiting your friends :)
I do remember being pregnant though and the rampant ups and downs. I cried over everything. And if I saw a Hallmark commercial, it was just a snot fest. :-)
I tend to over-analyze too. It's both a help and a hindrance, isn't it? I remember some of the feelings I had during my pregnancy--little things would set me off crying and then I would burst out laughing about it at the same time because I knew it was so silly to be crying over such trivial things. My husband thought it was the funniest thing.
I hope you have a great week!
May I suggest Richard Peck's A Year Down Yonder and A Long Way from
Chicago for some amusing, well-written, quick reading? They're written
for middle-schoolers but adults will definitely enjoy them. Although
tied together in a story arch, each chapter in the books is a
stand-alone short story.