What She Read

After too many days of picking through hospital waiting room paraphernalia and abandoned issues of Car & Driver and Reader's Digest, I was on the hunt for some hospital-friendly reading. A friend lent me Don't Tell Mama! and Twilight.

I was less than enthusiastic about the latter, so I jumped into the Italian-American writing. The print was too small for my stressed-out, sleep-deprived eyes, and too many of the stories were as dry and boring as over-boiled meat. It could have been my frame of mind at the time.

I skipped to a Wally Lamb story, only to discover it was the detailing of his mother's stroke and subsequent decline. With my mother hospitalized from a stroke, the story was a cathartic exercise in reading through tears.

I needed to avoid further writings about mothers, death, illness, and depressing topics, so I turned to teenaged vampires. In spite of rather uninspired and weak writing, I ploughed through the entire series in five days.

Currently, I am reading Food Matters by Mark Bittman, which is one of those problematic books that is both nonfiction and cookbook. Maybe I just need to dive into some silly Chic Lit?