I was listening to NPR a little earlier today, and I heard a piece on a young man in Pasadena who has started a “No Cussing Club.” McKay Hatch’s parents, apparently, have written the book on raising a G-rated child. (Literally. It’s Raising a G-Rated Family in an X-Rated World by Brent and Phelecia Hatch.) Young McKay has followed in his parents’ G-rated footsteps and encourages all young people to foreswear swearing.
Maybe I’m a bad, bad mama because I’ve just gotta admit that swearing is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay down on the list of things I worry about with my kid. (And I think that seeing the world as generally X-rated is pretty cynical and perhaps even a little paranoid.)
In fact, profanity just doesn’t bother me at all, and I’ll be the first to admit: Mama’s got a potty-mouth. Mama does do a good job of reining in her wayward tongue when DD is in earshot, but no one has ever accused me of being prim (or proper, for that matter). I don’t go out of my way to expose DD to profanity, mind you, but I don’t shield her ears when we’re in public either.
McKay suggests that we all say “pickles” and “shoot” and such euphemisms for the “dirty words” we really mean. I don’t really see the point. For one thing, there’s a real satisfaction from letting a choice word fly when you slam your fingers in the door or drop your perfectly scooped $10 ice cream cone on the not-so-pristine ice cream parlor floor. A satisfaction that just doesn’t materialize with an “oh pickles.” Admit it, illicit words are just more FUN! Even DD gets the humor and sneaky little satisfaction from saying “oh POOP” – high profanity for a two-year-old – when something moderately annoying, yet simultaneously funny happens to her And really, in a sense, what’s the difference in saying “pickles” or a four-letter-word when you mean the same thing when you say them???
So, while I hope DD doesn’t start letting the f-bomb fly anytime soon – there is, after all, a time and place for all behavior – when she inevitably does, I doubt she’ll get in trouble. (Maybe a brief conversation about not cussing in front of your great-grandmother – even your mama knows better than that!)
Because I’m pretty okay with raising a PG-rated child. Maybe even PG-13. Hell (whoops!), when she’s old enough, she can even be R-rated, if she wants. Now if we ever get to that X-rated point, THEN I’ll draw that firm line!
**P.S. For those of you who aren’t SciFi geeks like me, “frack” and “frell” are the creative, censor-evading words used by characters in, respectively, Battlestar Galatica and Farscape. :)
Monday, January 26, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Philosophic reading
Before I met my husband, I was not a reader of Science Fiction. He not-so-gently introduced me to the genre with Orson Scott Card’s Ender’s Game and William Gibson’s Neuromancer. I haven’t looked back.
While my husband has done most of the introductions of scifi writers into our reading lives, I like to take credit for bringing one great author onto our “must read” list: Neal Stephenson. I don’t recall whether a friend recommended the book or I heard a review on NPR or I just picked up the book at a bookstore, but Stephenson’s Snow Crash was a roller coaster ride of a book that grabbed me from the get-go. I wanted more and soon read Zodiac then later Cryptonomicon.
Stephenson’s work has gotten longer, deeper, and more philosophical while retaining the action. Snow Crash and Zodiac, earlier works, are heavily on the scifi action end - not exactly fluff and certainly not cheesy but driven more by the action than by the characters' thoughts. They're relatively short, fast reads. Cryptonomicon trended more thoughtful, relied less on constant action to drive the reader on, and was a more difficult read for me as a result. Stephenson's latest work, Anathem, is no exception to the trend.
At about 953 pages, the book was a smooth, engaging read (far more so than the comparably sized Moby Dick, which I finished over Christmas. Bleh). Like Stephenson’s Cryptonomicon, I initially was unable to get into the book fully, but the effort was worth it. Anathem takes place in a world similar to our own but with its own vocabulary. For about the first 100 pages, I felt I was constantly referring to the glossary Stephenson kindly included at the back, which was mildly irritating. Once I inevitably got caught up in the storyline, in the worldview of the characters, especially of the protagonist Erasmus, and in the characters’ adventures, the weird words all suddenly didn't matter. They didn't always make instant sense, but I couldn't tear myself away from the page to flip to the glossary!
The book isn’t all adventure, though. While Stephenson has honed his ability to keep readers on the edge of their seats, this book is as much about philosophy as it is about typical scifi action. As a philosophy minor in college, I found the book refreshed my recollection of ideas I hadn’t (at least consciously and actively) thought about in some time. For anyone familiar with basic concepts of Philosophy – from the classic Platonic ideals to modern theories of consciousness and knowledge – this book will ring those same bells.
It was so enjoyable that I may have to hit some more Stephenson. I’ve been putting off reading his Baroque Cycle (which dear hubby greatly enjoyed) for some time. It’s three times as long as Anathem and, apparently, just as philosophical, but I think it’s time!
100. Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
99. The Cat Who Covered the World by Christopher S. Wren
98. The Turn of the Screw by Henry James
97. Emily the Strange by Anonymous
96. Anathem by Neal Stephenson
While my husband has done most of the introductions of scifi writers into our reading lives, I like to take credit for bringing one great author onto our “must read” list: Neal Stephenson. I don’t recall whether a friend recommended the book or I heard a review on NPR or I just picked up the book at a bookstore, but Stephenson’s Snow Crash was a roller coaster ride of a book that grabbed me from the get-go. I wanted more and soon read Zodiac then later Cryptonomicon.
Stephenson’s work has gotten longer, deeper, and more philosophical while retaining the action. Snow Crash and Zodiac, earlier works, are heavily on the scifi action end - not exactly fluff and certainly not cheesy but driven more by the action than by the characters' thoughts. They're relatively short, fast reads. Cryptonomicon trended more thoughtful, relied less on constant action to drive the reader on, and was a more difficult read for me as a result. Stephenson's latest work, Anathem, is no exception to the trend.
At about 953 pages, the book was a smooth, engaging read (far more so than the comparably sized Moby Dick, which I finished over Christmas. Bleh). Like Stephenson’s Cryptonomicon, I initially was unable to get into the book fully, but the effort was worth it. Anathem takes place in a world similar to our own but with its own vocabulary. For about the first 100 pages, I felt I was constantly referring to the glossary Stephenson kindly included at the back, which was mildly irritating. Once I inevitably got caught up in the storyline, in the worldview of the characters, especially of the protagonist Erasmus, and in the characters’ adventures, the weird words all suddenly didn't matter. They didn't always make instant sense, but I couldn't tear myself away from the page to flip to the glossary!
The book isn’t all adventure, though. While Stephenson has honed his ability to keep readers on the edge of their seats, this book is as much about philosophy as it is about typical scifi action. As a philosophy minor in college, I found the book refreshed my recollection of ideas I hadn’t (at least consciously and actively) thought about in some time. For anyone familiar with basic concepts of Philosophy – from the classic Platonic ideals to modern theories of consciousness and knowledge – this book will ring those same bells.
It was so enjoyable that I may have to hit some more Stephenson. I’ve been putting off reading his Baroque Cycle (which dear hubby greatly enjoyed) for some time. It’s three times as long as Anathem and, apparently, just as philosophical, but I think it’s time!
100. Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
99. The Cat Who Covered the World by Christopher S. Wren
98. The Turn of the Screw by Henry James
97. Emily the Strange by Anonymous
96. Anathem by Neal Stephenson
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Books 99-97
It's been a busy few days, book-wise! On Thursday, I finished the pleasant and engaging The Cat Who Covered the World by Christopher Wren. The story of Henrietta, the cat who travelled around the world with foreign correspondent Wren and his family, it was worth picking up off the "take me" pile at my yoga studio. One little note: the frontispiece of the book quoted a passage from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, a neat little segue from my previous read.
For book 98, I returned to a classic that I read years ago, The Turn of the Screw by Henry James. While I enjoyed it again, the book was not as scary as I recalled, and I had completely forgotten the rather abrupt ending. I found myself contemplating the mental state of the narrator far more than soaking up the eeriness of the book. Nonetheless, I'm glad I read it again.
Book 97 was pretty much a throw-away: a brief graphic novel, Emily the Strange (no author attribution). I've bought my own sister Emily a number of Emily the Strange paraphernalia over the years. Unfortunately, her snarky, spooky non sequiturs, wisecracks, and obiter dicta did not translate well into book format. Buy the cute tees, notepads, magnets, and more, but avoid the book...
So, here's the summary:
100. Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
99. The Cat Who Covered the World by Christopher S. Wren
98. The Turn of the Screw by Henry James
97. Emily the Strange by Anonymous
For book 98, I returned to a classic that I read years ago, The Turn of the Screw by Henry James. While I enjoyed it again, the book was not as scary as I recalled, and I had completely forgotten the rather abrupt ending. I found myself contemplating the mental state of the narrator far more than soaking up the eeriness of the book. Nonetheless, I'm glad I read it again.
Book 97 was pretty much a throw-away: a brief graphic novel, Emily the Strange (no author attribution). I've bought my own sister Emily a number of Emily the Strange paraphernalia over the years. Unfortunately, her snarky, spooky non sequiturs, wisecracks, and obiter dicta did not translate well into book format. Buy the cute tees, notepads, magnets, and more, but avoid the book...
So, here's the summary:
100. Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
99. The Cat Who Covered the World by Christopher S. Wren
98. The Turn of the Screw by Henry James
97. Emily the Strange by Anonymous
Not sure what I'll read next, but I'll be sure to report!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Book 100
Last night, I finished book 100 Through the Looking Glass, the "Annotated Alice" version. I read Alice in Wonderland last year. Thoroughly enjoyed both -- took me back to childhood when dreams seemed like a real place I could go. I can't wait to read these to DD when she gets a little older.
Monday, January 5, 2009
The Year of 100 Books
Happy New Year! I’ve been blog-absent for some time now, but I promise it was for a good reason – holiday celebrations!
As the new year starts, I’ve got a new project, in spite of the adverse counsel of my trepidatious hubby. This, my friends, shall be henceforth known as “The Year of 100 Books.” Yes, I’ve set a goal of reading 100 books in 2009. For those of you who are trying to tally that up in your head, that would be approximately one book every three days.
I do promise that not every book will be one with lots of pictures and little text that I’ve read to my daughter! I’ll keep you bloggishly up-to-date on my readings (as well as talk about the usual sorts of topics that cross my mind). If you have any suggestions for not-to-be-missed reads, feel free to comment!
Just to make things interesting (for me anyway), I’ve decided to count DOWN to number one. Maybe that’ll give me more incentive to finish so that all those smaller numbers aren’t staring blankly at me at the end of the year. So… I better go read!
As the new year starts, I’ve got a new project, in spite of the adverse counsel of my trepidatious hubby. This, my friends, shall be henceforth known as “The Year of 100 Books.” Yes, I’ve set a goal of reading 100 books in 2009. For those of you who are trying to tally that up in your head, that would be approximately one book every three days.
I do promise that not every book will be one with lots of pictures and little text that I’ve read to my daughter! I’ll keep you bloggishly up-to-date on my readings (as well as talk about the usual sorts of topics that cross my mind). If you have any suggestions for not-to-be-missed reads, feel free to comment!
Just to make things interesting (for me anyway), I’ve decided to count DOWN to number one. Maybe that’ll give me more incentive to finish so that all those smaller numbers aren’t staring blankly at me at the end of the year. So… I better go read!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Of Bullfrogs and Butterflies
Each week, DD and I do a “Mommy & Me” ballet class at the Decatur School of Ballet. Our instructor, Miss Dee, is wonderful with the little ones, very patient, very flexible, full of energy, and quite attuned to what the girls are up for on any given day. Given my little one, that patience and flexibility come in handy. DD is, to be sure, her own little person.
In class, we do an exercise I’m sure most folks know called “butterfly.” (Just sit on the floor with the bottoms of your feet held together close to your crotch and stretch your bent legs down to the floor. Flap gently if you wish!) About the second or third week, Miss Dee asked each little girl what color butterfly she was. The responses came in turn: “orange” and “pink” and “blue” and “yellow.” All fluttery, pretty butterfly colors.
Then came DD’s turn.
“And what color butterfly are you?” queried Miss Dee to DD.
DD wrinkled her brow in a mannerism that she most definitely got from me, brows scrunching down between her eyes. She looked at Miss Dee for a second, very seriously.
“I’m NOT a butterfly,” she announced in a manner that brooked no disagreement. “I’M a BULLFROG.”
And, that is my daughter in a nutshell.
I enjoyed telling that story for several weeks. It wasn’t quite the end of the story, though. Miss Dee, being the wonderfully patient person that she is, tried to accommodate “Bullfrog.”
“What color butterfly would you pretend to be if you WERE pretending to be a butterfly” she asked the next week.
Again, Bullfrog replied, “I’m NOT a butterfly. I’m a BULLFROG.”
The following week, Miss Dee tried again with the hypothetical butterfly question, garnering the same response. Finally, a couple of weeks after the initial “Bullfrog pronouncement,” she acquiesced.
“What color bullfrog are you this week?” she asked kindly.
“Green!” Bullfrog replied enthusiastically. Miss Dee thought she had it made. For two weeks, she asked Bullfrog her color and got an animated “green” response. But Bullfrog had ideas of her own.
After several weeks of having a lovely green Bullfrog sitting in butterfly pose, about a week ago, Miss Dee asked Bullfrog what color frog she was that day.
Bullfrog scrunched her brow down in that recalcitrant manner and replied, “I’m NOT a bullfrog. I’m a CROCODILE.”
In class, we do an exercise I’m sure most folks know called “butterfly.” (Just sit on the floor with the bottoms of your feet held together close to your crotch and stretch your bent legs down to the floor. Flap gently if you wish!) About the second or third week, Miss Dee asked each little girl what color butterfly she was. The responses came in turn: “orange” and “pink” and “blue” and “yellow.” All fluttery, pretty butterfly colors.
Then came DD’s turn.
“And what color butterfly are you?” queried Miss Dee to DD.
DD wrinkled her brow in a mannerism that she most definitely got from me, brows scrunching down between her eyes. She looked at Miss Dee for a second, very seriously.
“I’m NOT a butterfly,” she announced in a manner that brooked no disagreement. “I’M a BULLFROG.”
And, that is my daughter in a nutshell.
I enjoyed telling that story for several weeks. It wasn’t quite the end of the story, though. Miss Dee, being the wonderfully patient person that she is, tried to accommodate “Bullfrog.”
“What color butterfly would you pretend to be if you WERE pretending to be a butterfly” she asked the next week.
Again, Bullfrog replied, “I’m NOT a butterfly. I’m a BULLFROG.”
The following week, Miss Dee tried again with the hypothetical butterfly question, garnering the same response. Finally, a couple of weeks after the initial “Bullfrog pronouncement,” she acquiesced.
“What color bullfrog are you this week?” she asked kindly.
“Green!” Bullfrog replied enthusiastically. Miss Dee thought she had it made. For two weeks, she asked Bullfrog her color and got an animated “green” response. But Bullfrog had ideas of her own.
After several weeks of having a lovely green Bullfrog sitting in butterfly pose, about a week ago, Miss Dee asked Bullfrog what color frog she was that day.
Bullfrog scrunched her brow down in that recalcitrant manner and replied, “I’m NOT a bullfrog. I’m a CROCODILE.”
Friday, November 7, 2008
Reading the Facts
So, I’ve been reading a lot of nonfiction recently. Which is odd. I’m a voracious reader … of fiction. Historical, modern, mystery, sci-fi, fantasy, whatever. I like fiction. I like the escapism factor. But here lately it’s been the nonfiction that has drawn me.
Maybe I just read one too many mediocre Oprah’s-book-of-the-month-style novels here recently... I have gotten a number as “hand-me-downs” from family and friends…
(For example, Joshilyn Jackson’s Between, Georgia. I was rolling along just fine. She’s an engaging writer. But then, wham, pesky facts had to interfere. I’m here to tell you, ladies and gentlemen, that one attorney cannot represent both spouses in divorce litigation. Not even if they say they like each other and just want to be done with it all and have split the car, the house, and the kid just like they want. Can anyone say “disbarment?” This one little factual error ruined what was otherwise a fun read for me. I mean, what else was the author blowing out of her ass? Does she not have a fact-checker? Does she not KNOW a lawyer? Not one? Couldn’t she have opened the Yellow Pages or called one of those divorce attorneys on the billboards (“UNCONTESTED DIVORCES from $500!! CALL NOW! 1-800-SPLIT-UP”) and say “Hey, I’m writing this book; can one attorney represent both sides of a divorcing couple? No? Great! Thanks! I’ll give you some props on my acknowledgements page”??? Whew. I think I’ve been holding that rant in for a while…)
But I digress. Nonfiction.
Maybe it’s just that I’ve been reading some really good nonfiction. It all started with Hope’s Edge by Frances Moore Lappe (author of Diet for a Small Planet) and her daughter Anna Lappe. Both delightful and disturbing. I couldn’t put it down, and it’s informed some recent changes in our eating habits, specifically in our food-purchasing habits. Her stories of how people around the world make organic farming work in the face of economic pressures to continue “conventional” farming, using pesticides and GMO seeds is inspiring. And her stories of the social and environmental costs of “conventional” agriculture and manufactured seeds and plants are eye-opening.
Then I was at playgroup talking with another mom about a book she was reading, Waste and Want by Susan Strasser. She raved about this history of trash, and I was intrigued. I told her about Hope’s Edge, and we agreed to swap.
While I waited for her to finish and loan me the book, I checked out Ms. Strasser’s Never Done: A History of American Housework from the library. Dense but fascinating! While there were a number of digressions, the focus of the book on how women’s work has changed from manual labor around the home – cooking, cleaning, laundering (whoo-boy, am I thankful for my HE stackable washer and dryer and my electric iron!!), providing clothing – to a focus on being a savvy consumer of products that are supposed to make all of those tasks easier. She also notes the social costs for women: while life is a LOT more pleasant physically now that we don’t have to haul our water and spend a whole day slapping laundry on a washboard, running it through a manual wringer, and hanging it on a clothesline, we women who stay at home at least part-time or more have also lost some opportunity to socialize with other women at the water pump or over the back fence while hanging sheets.
Once I finished that, it was on to The Lolita Effect by M. Gigi Durham, a book I saw reviewed in the Atlanta Journal Constitution. Boy, raising girls has unique challenges. (Yes, I know that raising boys does, too, but, for now, I have only a girl!) The book was a fascinating look at how girls view themselves, how myths about women inform our girls’ dress and attitudes, and how parents and other supporters of girls can help them take a critical look at media depictions of women and their own preconceptions about women.
Around that time, my friend finished her trashy read, and I got the scoop on trash in Waste and Want. With her same style, Strasser’s book on trash provides way more information than I knew existed about how Americans have viewed waste throughout the past few centuries. (Who knew that there’s a difference between “garbage” and “rubbish?”) She focuses on how “thrift” has transformed from learning to make do, reuse, or do without to learning to spend wisely! If you don’t want to rethink what you throw out or how you shop, don’t read this book.
Somewhere in there, I read a little book that had been sitting on my “to read” pile for many years called Medicine Women. A quickie read, it surveyed the history of women as providers of health care, in a broad sense. From healers to witches to midwives to nurses to modern doctors, the book looked at various roles women have played, and profiled a few outstanding examples.
But I wasn’t done with my nonfiction orgy! I just finished Mindless Eating by Brian Wansink, a fun look at how where we eat, what we eat, how it’s displayed, what container it’s in, and more affect how much we eat. The author’s easygoing prose and interesting stories about his case studies and tests made for a fast read, and I learned some really neat tips about using the “mindless margin” to my advantage and to help my family make good food choices.
Now, I’m on to Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential. Loving it so far, but I think I’m going to have to make a not-so-brief foray back in to fiction. Somehow, I made it through my entire educational career without reading Moby Dick. The library had it checked-in, and I’ve really been wanting to read the copy of Ahab’s Wife that my husband gave me at least four years ago. I think I’ll get more out of the newer book if I’ve read the older and have the context to get the allusions. So, sense both are very dense, I’ll be off nonfiction for a while.
But I’ll be back… I have Jared Diamond’s Collapse and at least five other titles on my “to read” pile just waiting for me to be ready to devour some more facts, theories, and philosophies!
Maybe I just read one too many mediocre Oprah’s-book-of-the-month-style novels here recently... I have gotten a number as “hand-me-downs” from family and friends…
(For example, Joshilyn Jackson’s Between, Georgia. I was rolling along just fine. She’s an engaging writer. But then, wham, pesky facts had to interfere. I’m here to tell you, ladies and gentlemen, that one attorney cannot represent both spouses in divorce litigation. Not even if they say they like each other and just want to be done with it all and have split the car, the house, and the kid just like they want. Can anyone say “disbarment?” This one little factual error ruined what was otherwise a fun read for me. I mean, what else was the author blowing out of her ass? Does she not have a fact-checker? Does she not KNOW a lawyer? Not one? Couldn’t she have opened the Yellow Pages or called one of those divorce attorneys on the billboards (“UNCONTESTED DIVORCES from $500!! CALL NOW! 1-800-SPLIT-UP”) and say “Hey, I’m writing this book; can one attorney represent both sides of a divorcing couple? No? Great! Thanks! I’ll give you some props on my acknowledgements page”??? Whew. I think I’ve been holding that rant in for a while…)
But I digress. Nonfiction.
Maybe it’s just that I’ve been reading some really good nonfiction. It all started with Hope’s Edge by Frances Moore Lappe (author of Diet for a Small Planet) and her daughter Anna Lappe. Both delightful and disturbing. I couldn’t put it down, and it’s informed some recent changes in our eating habits, specifically in our food-purchasing habits. Her stories of how people around the world make organic farming work in the face of economic pressures to continue “conventional” farming, using pesticides and GMO seeds is inspiring. And her stories of the social and environmental costs of “conventional” agriculture and manufactured seeds and plants are eye-opening.
Then I was at playgroup talking with another mom about a book she was reading, Waste and Want by Susan Strasser. She raved about this history of trash, and I was intrigued. I told her about Hope’s Edge, and we agreed to swap.
While I waited for her to finish and loan me the book, I checked out Ms. Strasser’s Never Done: A History of American Housework from the library. Dense but fascinating! While there were a number of digressions, the focus of the book on how women’s work has changed from manual labor around the home – cooking, cleaning, laundering (whoo-boy, am I thankful for my HE stackable washer and dryer and my electric iron!!), providing clothing – to a focus on being a savvy consumer of products that are supposed to make all of those tasks easier. She also notes the social costs for women: while life is a LOT more pleasant physically now that we don’t have to haul our water and spend a whole day slapping laundry on a washboard, running it through a manual wringer, and hanging it on a clothesline, we women who stay at home at least part-time or more have also lost some opportunity to socialize with other women at the water pump or over the back fence while hanging sheets.
Once I finished that, it was on to The Lolita Effect by M. Gigi Durham, a book I saw reviewed in the Atlanta Journal Constitution. Boy, raising girls has unique challenges. (Yes, I know that raising boys does, too, but, for now, I have only a girl!) The book was a fascinating look at how girls view themselves, how myths about women inform our girls’ dress and attitudes, and how parents and other supporters of girls can help them take a critical look at media depictions of women and their own preconceptions about women.
Around that time, my friend finished her trashy read, and I got the scoop on trash in Waste and Want. With her same style, Strasser’s book on trash provides way more information than I knew existed about how Americans have viewed waste throughout the past few centuries. (Who knew that there’s a difference between “garbage” and “rubbish?”) She focuses on how “thrift” has transformed from learning to make do, reuse, or do without to learning to spend wisely! If you don’t want to rethink what you throw out or how you shop, don’t read this book.
Somewhere in there, I read a little book that had been sitting on my “to read” pile for many years called Medicine Women. A quickie read, it surveyed the history of women as providers of health care, in a broad sense. From healers to witches to midwives to nurses to modern doctors, the book looked at various roles women have played, and profiled a few outstanding examples.
But I wasn’t done with my nonfiction orgy! I just finished Mindless Eating by Brian Wansink, a fun look at how where we eat, what we eat, how it’s displayed, what container it’s in, and more affect how much we eat. The author’s easygoing prose and interesting stories about his case studies and tests made for a fast read, and I learned some really neat tips about using the “mindless margin” to my advantage and to help my family make good food choices.
Now, I’m on to Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential. Loving it so far, but I think I’m going to have to make a not-so-brief foray back in to fiction. Somehow, I made it through my entire educational career without reading Moby Dick. The library had it checked-in, and I’ve really been wanting to read the copy of Ahab’s Wife that my husband gave me at least four years ago. I think I’ll get more out of the newer book if I’ve read the older and have the context to get the allusions. So, sense both are very dense, I’ll be off nonfiction for a while.
But I’ll be back… I have Jared Diamond’s Collapse and at least five other titles on my “to read” pile just waiting for me to be ready to devour some more facts, theories, and philosophies!
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