I had yet another trying doctor's appointment this past Wednesday. That's why I've been quite MIA. It seems just when things start to swing my way, something throws me back into the depths of funk/sadness. So, in light of this past appointment, I am trying a new diet..again.
This time I am trying The South Beach Diet. The way it's working is..I don't give a flying crap what I eat as long as my mom cooks it and puts it in front of me. I'm at the point where I could starve or develop an eating disorder and I wouldn't care. The nine years of tired keeps dragging on and I'm reaching my breaking point..or as Dr. Tobin says "my batteries are losing their charge".
Plus side, The South Beach Diet Book has had a few very delicious recipes. So far my favorite has been the omelet pictured. I believe it's eggs, bell peppers, ham, and cheese..I could be missing ingredients, but like I said Mom cooks it, I eat it.
The only really "exciting" thing to happen to us Snellings this week is my dad's face. Yes, I said my dad's face. Here's the story (morning glory):
On Thursday night we had our [almost] weekly Chinese food ordering night. That evening my dad and I were watching either baseball or football (can't remember which due to the large amount of sporting events on now) and my dad kept complaining that his nostril was hurting/itchy. He kept putting his cold glass up against the opening of his nostril and well I went into a fit of continuous giggles.
The left side of his face (the right side of the photo) was swollen. The swelling was occurring on the upper lip, left nostril, and cheek. The doctor gave him an antibiotic in case it was being cause by an infection and a steroid shot in case of an allergic reaction.
His face got worse over the weekend..yes, here is a photo. We aren't sure what it is, but my dad seems to think it's draining due to a horrendous sinus infection. Either way, his face is hilarious...I know I shouldn't laugh at misfortune, but I mean c'mon look at that face! And if you think that his face doesn't look that different..well it's worse in person.
Yesterday was the 10th year anniversary of 9/11. I don't want to harp on this because, well, it's sad. I watched a bit of the special Good Morning America and the monument at Ground Zero is stunning. I can't even begin to explain the changes it went through from when I saw the gated off construction zone back in my junior year of high school to what it is today. I'm just glad that the families finally get a place to visit and remember their loved ones.
Ok. Now, blogject. Today's happiness object is books! Well, more specifically when something in a book you just finished is brought up in a book you are reading now even though the time periods/subjects are totally different. Explanation: In The Lonely Polygamist, the wash room was called the Black Hole of Calcutta and that same black hole was brought up in The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie. According to TSatBofP, the Black Hole of Calcutta was a jail cell meant for 3 people, but 146 people were placed into it at once.
Now to complete this post and to fulfill a request by my mom and Fitzgerald, my very first book review!
The Lonely Polygamist by Brady Udall
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
I really wanted to like this book. I have always had a strange interest in polygamy and how a life with so many people can function smoothly. So, I thought this book would be a great read.
I'm not sure if I wasn't in the right mindset, or if the fast paced books I had read before this one set me up for failure, but whatever it was I just didn't connect to the book. I guess it could be the large amount of characters; I found myself forgetting who somebody was and not having the want to go back through the chapters to figure out their role.
The last 100 or so pages were definitely easier for me to read. I think it was because finally after 500 laborious pages of back story all the conflicts came to a climax and the resolution quickly moves the book to the ending.
I also found the way Udall switched from narrator to narrator a bit confusing at times. In some chapters I wasn't aware of whose voice it was written in; the only time the narrator question was answered quickly and definitively was when the italic font showed that the narrator was one of the houses. I actually found the house chapters easier to comprehend - probably because the houses were the only omnipotent and non-biased characters.
All in all I guess this book was all right. The ending redeemed it a bit in my eyes, but I don't think I will be revisiting The Lonely Polygamist.
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