Healthiness has returned to my household again, which I am so happy about for the following reasons, most of which show my true selfish nature.
- I do not have to be the primary cook in my house! Hallelujerrrrrrrrr.
- Make out times can come out of hiatus!
I guess that is only two things. But they are important.
Let’s talk about a book so that you don’t have to hear me talk about my current make out levels. Sorry about that.
I recently read the tome (anything over 400 pages is a tome, trust me I am a trained professional librarian) All the Light We Cannot See, by Anthony Doerr. It is a World War II book, and there is a part of me that wants to go into my theory that World War II books can often have so many of the same touchstones as to pretty much be genre fiction, but I shall spare you that (EARLY CHRISTMAS PRESENT YOU ARE WELCOME) and just say that this is a lovely story that gives you everything people want in a World War II epic (highest stakes imaginable, separation from loved ones, horrible war stuff, evil lurking inside of neighbors and friends, suspenseful hiding and secrets, love and goodness staying strong, you know what I am talking about) wrapped up in some beautiful writing. Fans of Atonement, take note of this one. Don’t let the tome-ness of the thing scare you off– one thing that makes it a breeze to get through is the teensy chapters. It’s so easy to squeeze one more in, and one more, and one more.