Eat, Read, and Be Mommy

First up–happy birthday to my hubby yesterday, and I’m sorry I still haven’t managed your cake!

Next, General Conference. I made some unwise bedtime decisions this weekend due to an insidiously addictive game I tried out on my phone this week, and so I have to be honest–what I was awake for was wonderful AND I’m grateful for how quickly I will be able to listen to the talks on my phone.

Lastly, I finished listening to Call the Nurse: True Stories of a Country Nurse on a Scottish Isle last night, and I quite enjoyed it. The narrator did a lovely Scottish accent, and the phrasing faults appeared to originate in the text. (Specifically, there were phrases that should have been parenthetical that weren’t read as parenthetical, but as I’ve looked through the print copy, that appears to be a faithful rendering of the text. MacLeod isn’t at all a bad storyteller, but you can tell she’s a nurse first and a writer second by her overuse of exclamation points and, again, lack of parentheses where parentheses ought to be.) I did notice that the first half or so appeared to be more cohesive than the second–it started to feel like a more random string of anecdotes as time went on–but I enjoyed the stories, and so it didn’t not work, if you know what I mean. At the end of the day, this book is exactly what the title says it is; if it sounds appealing to you, read it and you’ll likely enjoy it. If it doesn’t, it’s probably not your thing.