Hello beauties! After a brief hiatus from the blogging world, it’s time to jump right back in. You’re beautiful, and I’ve missed you. And some exciting things are coming in the next few weeks! Stay tuned!
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So, Reconstructing Amelia, by Kimberly McCreight. Oh. My. Goodness. This book was good. It was one of those books where you don’t know what truly happened until the very last page…which drives you crazy in a way, but is really the best thing ever. Now stop! I know you want to go read the last page now, but don’t! It’s worth the read. I read it in about 4 days; Adora read it in two. To be fair, she has a longer attention span, but that’s how good it is.
The narration goes back and forth between Amelia in the past and her mother Kate in the present. And of course there’s the random letter or text conversation thrown in for good measure. It all keeps you guessing about what could have happened to Amelia, and how it all played out. It’s not a spoiler (maybe a tiny spoiler) to tell you, Amelia dies in the beginning. First chapter. But did she commit suicide? Or was she pushed? Or was she perhaps manipulated by…well, who? So. Many. Questions.
Secret clubs, murder or suicide, piecing together the past…just go read it. Definitely one of my top picks so far this year.
I suppose it’s time to tell the story of Dexter the cat. My cat. He was a runty, orange stray that Adora’s husband Josh found out behind Church by the Glades, where he works. When Josh found little Dex, he was teeny-tiny and abandoned. To make it even more pathetic it was raining and he was meowing. Well, if you can call the tiny squeak of a (maybe) 3 week old kitten a meow. He was so little he needed to be bottle fed. Poor little baby. I fell in love with him, and took him home. Since he was so small, I had to sneak him into work with me for the first week or two so I could bottle feed him every hour or so. He was a trooper, being stuffed in my purse morning and night, and never made a peep. I think he began to enjoy all our car rides together. To this day, he’s the easiest cat to get in the car. It wasn’t all butterflies and rainbows…Dexter was one of the nastiest kittens ever. He’d bite and scratch you like nobodies business, and I was convinced he’d grow up into the meanest cat ever. I guess naming your cat after your favorite serial killer is a bad idea…but he had his sweet moments too. And it worked out. He is now one of the sweetest little cats ever. He comes in for snuggles every morning, and when you brush your teeth he puts his front paws on your chest and hugs your neck. Kitty hug style. He’s the cutest.
And that’s the story of Dexter the cat.
This year, my 4th of July was extremely low-key. Now big crowds, no large fireworks displays, just a small BBQ with friends. I needed it. I think we all needed it. Summer is here, bringing fresh fruits and veggies, longer daylight hours, and night time BBQs with lots of laughing and love.
O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out
Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
(Shakespeare, Sonnet 65 5-8)
Being a grown-up is hard. The perks are great of course, but the day to day things are a bit…boring. Like laundry. At Bungalow, we don’t have a washer and dryer in our unit, so we use the laundry facilities on premises. It’s not a big deal really, but apparently it’s enough to make me put off doing laundry for three weeks. Ouch. I really wouldn’t recommend this route, although on the plus side, you get very creative with the outfits you wear. But, I’m trying to look at the beauty in the little things. So, laundry, I’m going to see you as beautiful. Someday. Maybe. Baby steps…