The Booketry

I'll start off by saying that this is not the kind of book I usually like to read. My favorite genres are fantasy, mysteries, science fiction, historic fiction and non-fiction. This is - I don't know. It's definitely YA. Drama? Maybe.

At the start of the book, the main character, Cath, is about to go away to college. Her twin sister, Wren, has told her she won't share a room with her. When Cath gets to the dorm, she meets a boy in her room. For a moment, she thinks he's her room mate. He isn't, but he starts hanging out there a lot, with Reagan, Cath's real room mate.

There were some things I could definitely relate to when it comes to Cath. She's into writing (fan fiction) and she has a sister. In the end, there are several things I don't quite understand so well, but all in all I really love this book. Reading about going to college brings back memories of when I was trying to study at the university. To be honest, at times, it made me feel terrible, but despite that, I mostly enjoyed the book. It's well written and the characters are interesting and engaging.

So... Do I recommend this book to other readers? Yes. If you read the blurb at the back of the book and it sounds like something you might like, I think you will enjoy it.

The other night I happened to look out the window and saw something weird and vaguely unnverving. It was something tall and silvery and I know there's nothing like that out there normally. I worried me enough to wake my sister and ask her if she could see it too which she did. She went downstairs and took a look through the window down there and said it didn't look the same there but it had to be a combination of our trashcan and some tufts of high grass. I knew it had to have something to do with our trashcan, but I still don't know what caused the optical illusion. Odd.

I realize that most people won't find this interesting, but I decided I'd blog about this anyway, so consider yourself warned.

It probably won't come as a surprise to any of my followers, that I'm crazy about being a mum, about having children. It's absolutely awesome. The best thing that ever happened to me, which is understandable since I have always been close to my family and these are babies and per defintion super adorable as well as family.

I love everything about having my babies, buying cute clothes and toys for them, feeding them, changing their nappies/diapers and most of all just hugging them and pushing them in their buggy.

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brings me to the topic of this blog post. I love buggies. There's something so reassuring about buggies (and prams/baby carriages). They're sturdy, spacious and many of them quite pretty to look at (that is if you take the trouble to get something with a bit of color - for instance, my buggy is Medieval Blue and Silver - sounds elegant, doesn't it? the pram/baby carriage is Aqua - and that includes the changing bag). Since you should always bring a changing bag, you'll always have the stuff you need to change your baby's nappies/diapers, clean up and also their bottles of formula and/or gruel and other snacks. There's usually a storage unit underneath the buggy or pram so there's plenty of space. Finally, you can usually hang some shopping bags on the buggy. The buggy in particular, in fact, since the pram/baby carriage is a bit top heavy and tends to be a little unsteady if you hang too much on the handle.

For me, who's suffering from agoraphobia, holding on to a buggy or baby carriage is very reassuring. It feels as if I'm safely anchored to the ground, even under the worst of conditions, i e in full daylight, with a clear sky, in a wide open space.

On one particulary miserable occasion, one of the pram's front wheels tore and it became nearly impossible to push it. We were on the wrong side of a heavily trafficked road and had to cross, in full daylight - which meant being exposed to the full horror of the open space underneath the sky. I had to carry my baby daughter through that heavy traffic, while trying to fight down feelings of panic. My daughter and I made it across the road safely and so did my son, in the arms of his aunt, my sister, but I never want to have to do that again. Incidentally, the buggy doesn't have tires, just hard wheels, so I doubt I'll have to go through the same thing again - unless the brake breaks down, no pun intended.

Today I had an appointment with my dentist. A tooth had to be extracted. Ouch. The actual extraction went well, but afterwards it hurt a bit but most of all it felt all weird to have half a jaw that was numb. Once the anaesthesia had worn off, it started to hurt a bit more, but not that much. Just in case I took one of the painkillers my dentist had given me. So at the moment I feel quite ok. At least until the painkiller stops working.

Today I went back to the hospital where I had the twins. It was time to return the baby seats that we had rented. I was a bit nervous that they would find our cleaning of the seats inadequate. Fortunately, that wasn't the case.

On our way from there, we had about thirty minutes to wait until the next bus, having just missed the last one by a minute. We decided to walk around the hospital, or at least almost, since there was a big machine digging up the ground and would have been in our way. So we walked and walked and walked and on the way back we ran out of time and almost missed the bus. Fortunately, the driver was nice and stopped to pick us up on his way out of the hospital area.

While we were waiting for the train, suddenly we heard a big boom sounding a bit like a fast train roaring through the station area at full speed. Actually, it was a military plane flying so low I thought it would hit the electric lights. I didn't think it was allowed. It was quite scary.