Since finding out about my pregnancy and learning that babies feel what mommies feel, I’ve decided to hold off on my consumption of upsetting things. This put watching ‘Criminal Minds‘ and ‘Game of Thrones‘ on hold.
Unfortunately, the last remaining book I had which I hadn’t read yet was Isabel Allende‘s “The Island Beneath the Sea.” While it’s not a novel meant to be upsetting, it does paint a pretty good picture of slavery. I made it all the way to page 106 of 582, and then I decided I had enough. I put the book down.
But then, I had a new dilemma. I had nothing — absolutely nothing — to read.
Perfect excuse for book shopping!
This is a lot for me. Usually I purchase only up to 3 or 4 books at a time. The excuse I tell myself is: this is enough to last me throughout the remaining weeks of my pregnancy. I’ve already finished one of them: Rachel Joyce‘s “The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry.”