Finished This Week
What Am I Reading?
The first three were all library holds that came in. The last one is a follow up to a book I tried to read out loud on a road trip because I knew the step daughter would enjoy the story. She had always hated being read to even as a little kid but I figured she was trapped in the car. She got really mad and then put her headphones on to block me out. The husband loved the story though. The day this book came he appeared with it at bedtime and demanded one chapter read to him before bed. Yes, this is the same husband who gets snarky every so often about people reading anything other than nonfiction who wants a middle grade book read out loud to him. Don’t try to apply any logic to this situation.
Him after the first chapter – “That’s it? But there was no Millie. Where are my friends????”
Me – “This was introducing you to new friends. New friends are nice.”
Him, fake pouting and holding the book to his chest – “I like my old friends. I missed my old friends. (Deep breath) Ok, new friends are nice. New friends are nice.”
People ask if I regret choosing to not have children. I have no idea what they are talking about.
What Am I Listening To?
“In 1972, when she was seven, Firoozeh Dumas and her family moved from Iran to Southern California, arriving with no firsthand knowledge of this country beyond her father’s glowing memories of his graduate school years here. More family soon followed, and the clan has been here ever since. Funny in Farsi chronicles the American journey of Dumas’s wonderfully engaging family: her engineer father, a sweetly quixotic dreamer who first sought riches on Bowling for Dollars and in Las Vegas, and later lost his job during the Iranian revolution; her elegant mother, who never fully mastered English (nor cared to); her uncle, who combated the effects of American fast food with an army of miraculous American weight-loss gadgets; and Firoozeh herself, who as a girl changed her name to Julie, and who encountered a second wave of culture shock when she met and married a Frenchman, becoming part of a one-couple melting pot.“