|Is "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" likely to be a cheerier story? That's what I've got on deck at the moment.
Ha! Hahahahaha. Oh, you poor deluded individual. Yep, it's a gay romp. Barrel of laughs. You'll be in stitches.
|I am off to the library to pick up Women Food and God. I have waited for this book since the end of August - I was 179 on the hold list when I selected it! It better be as good as everyone says it is!
I just read this a few days ago and didn't like it at all. It was a bit... flabby and New Agey for my tastes. Interestingly, though, I read it and was like "Huh. You know, I don't have any food issues". Which was a minor revelation. I've had them in the past, but right now? I have a non-mainstream
view of food, sure (TF/whole foodsy, lots of homemade stuff, cooking geek, anti- quite a few food additives so I have to read labels). But for the first time in my life, I think I have a really healthy relationship to food. I don't eat as a substitute for love, I don't consider the occasional indulgence a moral failing, I love to cook, and I... just... eat. I didn't resonate with the women in the book, because I really don't think of food in such a loaded way. I like food, that's it.
So that was nice to know. It's refreshing to find a hangup I don't have.
Anyway, I finished reading the book, hopped out of bed where DD and I had been napping, and did a bitof housework. Then ten minutes later DD woke up, screaming bloody murder as she tends to do when she wakes up alone. She headed for the kitchen, grabbed an open packet of chips off the table and started stuffing them into her mouth until the sobs subsided. And I was like... heh. OK then.