Thursday, July 24, 2008

Cantankerous Curmudgeon

I have several talents. One of which, is sleeping. I have never had a problem falling asleep, staying asleep, and/or going to bed earlier than your grandmother.

Since returning home from the beach, I've suffered some serious difficulty falling asleep. Despite sheer exhaustion, I've tossed and I've turned in every direction for the past several nights. I'm not sure what the cause of my fit less slumber is, but it's growing on my nerves. Fast.

Eventually, I do fall asleep, but when I do, I have had some pretty crazy dreams. I cannot remember many of them, but last night I can vividly remember Sage giving birth to two kittens while I was out of the house for the night. I remember questioning my companion (which may have been my mom and/or boyfriend) about the spay performed at the SPCA and asking them if I should call and demand a refund. I remember Snap prancing around the house like a proud father, herding his orange, blue and electric green kittens to a bowl of food underneath the dishwasher.


In other news, I've hit the reading jack pot this summer, and just finished another fabulously entertaining piece.

How to be Lost, by Amanda Eyre Ward

To their neighbors in suburban Holt, New York, the Winters family has it all: a grand home, a trio of radiant daughters, and a sense that they are safe in their affluent corner of America. But when five-year-old Ellie disappears, the fault lines within the Winters family are exposed. Joseph, once a successful businessman, succumbs to his demons. Isabelle retreats into memories of her debutante days in Savannah, Georgia. And Ellie’s bereft sisters grow apart: Madeline reluctantly stays home, while Caroline runs away.

Fifteen years later, Caroline, now a New Orleans cocktail waitress, sees a photograph of a woman in People Magazine. Convinced that it is Ellie all grown up, Caroline embarks on a search for her missing sister, armed with Xerox copies of the photograph, an amateur detective guide, and a cooler of Dixie beer. As Caroline travels through the New Mexico desert, the mountains of Colorado, and the smoky underworld of Montana, she devotes herself to salvaging her broken family.

With dark humor and gorgeous prose, Amanda Eyre Ward brings us a spellbinding novel about the stories we are given, and the stories we embrace.

I did however have one serious reservation about this book. The main character has a pet cat that she carelessly leaves behind on her search for her sister. That's been bothering me all day.


A.D. said...

I always have crazy dreams like that. Luckily I can't usually remember them when I wake up. That sounds like a good book. The part about the cat would bother me too. I always seem to worry more about animals in books/movies than I do about people!

Ashley said...

Ha, I'm glad to hear that movie/book cats and dogs concern you as well. I didn't know if it's just another guilt worry as explained above. I feel so much better about that now.

But seriously, I want to write to the writer and ask about the cat. =]