Tuesday, April 3, 2012

It's "What We're Reading Now" Wednesday!



My dad and I stopped in at the Daughters of St. Paul bookstore while I was back in the Show-Me State, and I picked up this board book for Baby J.  She says, "Hi, Jesus." whenever she sees the Infant of Prague statue in the back of church.  I've been trying to get her to say "Hi, Jesus." to the icon of Christ in the Mothers Room, but icons are little bit harder to get friendly with.

What Did Baby Jesus Do? is  a very sweet board book complete with illustrations of Baby Jesus in the manger, with the shepherds, with St. Joseph, and with the Holy Fam on the way to Egypt.  Baby J and I really like it.  She especially likes the barnyard animals.  She's big into barnyard animals right now.  "What does the cow say?" and all that.

"Hi, Jesus."  That pretty much sums up my prayer life right now.  Sort of a "I'm here, You're here." prayer.


Anyhoo, I'm also slogging my way through Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater.  I was so entranced by The Scorpio Races that I wanted to read the rest of Stiefvater's YA novels.

I can sum up Shiver in one word:  DISAPPOINTED.

Shiver is a werewolf tale and has far too many parallels to the Twilight books to be considered original.  I'm only just over a hundred pages in, and our heroine, Grace, has a weird bestial love affair obsession with the "wolf with the hazel eyes."  She soon discovers that he is in fact a human, at least some of the time.  And they like to sleep in her bed together, just smelling each other.  She digs his wolf-like scent.  If that's anything like the way my dog smells, ewww.

They are only kissing so far, and of course sleeping and sniffing, but you know they want more, and they'll probably get it, and she'll end up bearing his wolf cubs or something.
She climbed out of bed; in the daylight, I could see just how clingy and unbearably sexy her camisole top was.  I turned away.  "You don't have to be so chaste, you know.  It's not like I'm naked."
Yeah, I'm done reading this trilogy.  On to brighter and better things...


Edmund and I listened to this on audio as part of the lamest spring break ever, in which I dragged Edmund, Lucy, and Baby J to two different malls, two days in a row, and we all got dental check-ups.  Throw in some mad house cleaning and a road trip.  I'm making it up to them though.  Today, we leave for Hotlanta on an Airplane of all things, then a shortish drive to Augusta, cousin frenzy, a chance to go to the Masters, a pontoon boat with tubes, and Easter candy.  Alleluia!  And God said, "Let their be Chocolate Bunnies!"

Plus, I win Mother-of-the-Year, because I said that I would put his pocket knife in my checked bag.  Can't expect a boy to travel without a blade.  How would he make a distillery to drink his own urine if he didn't have the proper tools?  We really must stop watching Survivorman.

Mr. Popper's Penguins by Richard and Florence Atwater is a fun, silly story about, well, I'm sure you saw the movie with Jim Carrey, or at least saw the dvd on the shelf at Target.  The book is not much like the movie, as I discovered by asking every 30 seconds, "Did this happen in the movie?"

I do like that Mrs. Popper.  When funds are running low, she suggests that they eat the penguins.

Survivorman would approve.

2 comments:

  1. She digs his wolf-like scent. If that's anything like the way my dog smells, ewww.

    I needed a keyboard cover warning for this one because I almost spit tea when I read it. Ewwwww indeed!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Ewwwwww indeed.
    Crossing that one off my list indeed.
    Have save travels and a blessed Easter!

    ReplyDelete

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

It's "What We're Reading Now" Wednesday!



My dad and I stopped in at the Daughters of St. Paul bookstore while I was back in the Show-Me State, and I picked up this board book for Baby J.  She says, "Hi, Jesus." whenever she sees the Infant of Prague statue in the back of church.  I've been trying to get her to say "Hi, Jesus." to the icon of Christ in the Mothers Room, but icons are little bit harder to get friendly with.

What Did Baby Jesus Do? is  a very sweet board book complete with illustrations of Baby Jesus in the manger, with the shepherds, with St. Joseph, and with the Holy Fam on the way to Egypt.  Baby J and I really like it.  She especially likes the barnyard animals.  She's big into barnyard animals right now.  "What does the cow say?" and all that.

"Hi, Jesus."  That pretty much sums up my prayer life right now.  Sort of a "I'm here, You're here." prayer.


Anyhoo, I'm also slogging my way through Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater.  I was so entranced by The Scorpio Races that I wanted to read the rest of Stiefvater's YA novels.

I can sum up Shiver in one word:  DISAPPOINTED.

Shiver is a werewolf tale and has far too many parallels to the Twilight books to be considered original.  I'm only just over a hundred pages in, and our heroine, Grace, has a weird bestial love affair obsession with the "wolf with the hazel eyes."  She soon discovers that he is in fact a human, at least some of the time.  And they like to sleep in her bed together, just smelling each other.  She digs his wolf-like scent.  If that's anything like the way my dog smells, ewww.

They are only kissing so far, and of course sleeping and sniffing, but you know they want more, and they'll probably get it, and she'll end up bearing his wolf cubs or something.
She climbed out of bed; in the daylight, I could see just how clingy and unbearably sexy her camisole top was.  I turned away.  "You don't have to be so chaste, you know.  It's not like I'm naked."
Yeah, I'm done reading this trilogy.  On to brighter and better things...


Edmund and I listened to this on audio as part of the lamest spring break ever, in which I dragged Edmund, Lucy, and Baby J to two different malls, two days in a row, and we all got dental check-ups.  Throw in some mad house cleaning and a road trip.  I'm making it up to them though.  Today, we leave for Hotlanta on an Airplane of all things, then a shortish drive to Augusta, cousin frenzy, a chance to go to the Masters, a pontoon boat with tubes, and Easter candy.  Alleluia!  And God said, "Let their be Chocolate Bunnies!"

Plus, I win Mother-of-the-Year, because I said that I would put his pocket knife in my checked bag.  Can't expect a boy to travel without a blade.  How would he make a distillery to drink his own urine if he didn't have the proper tools?  We really must stop watching Survivorman.

Mr. Popper's Penguins by Richard and Florence Atwater is a fun, silly story about, well, I'm sure you saw the movie with Jim Carrey, or at least saw the dvd on the shelf at Target.  The book is not much like the movie, as I discovered by asking every 30 seconds, "Did this happen in the movie?"

I do like that Mrs. Popper.  When funds are running low, she suggests that they eat the penguins.

Survivorman would approve.

2 comments:

  1. She digs his wolf-like scent. If that's anything like the way my dog smells, ewww.

    I needed a keyboard cover warning for this one because I almost spit tea when I read it. Ewwwww indeed!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Ewwwwww indeed.
    Crossing that one off my list indeed.
    Have save travels and a blessed Easter!

    ReplyDelete