I’ve had this little book in my possesion for some time now, but I’ve let life get in the way of reading it. That happens sometimes, yk? I picked it up last Sunday afternoon, and finished it last night. Considering how little time I am able to devote to reading, that was pretty quick. I’m estimating ten to twelve hours of actual read time, max, and that was going slowly, and rereading the especially applicable parts.

See, The Noticer is not just a quick piece of fiction fluff, which is what I expected when I opened it. Instead, this little book is a series of life lessons. Not all of them apply to every one every time, but most of them apply to everyone at one time or another. 176 pages of learning wrapped up in a good story; my kind of book.

The Noticer begins with Jones meeting Andy. Now, I might be tempted to call Jones the main character, except he really isn’t. The main character in this book, at least to me, is the life changing perspective that Jones gives to those around him. Stuff like: you have a purpose, you can choose what you become, the best is yet to come. Simple, powerful things. I heartily recommend this book to anyone who is struggling with life, even just a little bit, and even to those who aren’t, because as Jones so wisely noticed we are all either in a crisis, coming out of a crisis or headed into a crisis.

I knew before I was 3/4 done that I would be passing this book on. As soon as I finished it (at 1 AM), I packed it up to ship to That One. I’ve already told him it’s a loaner, and when I get it back, it’s going to my cousin, who loves a good story as much as I do. Then I’ll be assigning it to a few of my kids, and then, I plan to read it again myself. It’s just that powerful.

Little cheater pic I made on the 12th because I forgot to do so on the 11th. The point is that I finished Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on the 11th. Two weeks later, I’ve finished the last two books, though I’ve not yet formed an opinion on the last one.

I’m pretty sure it’s not secret to any of you that I am in a time of great upheaval right now. Things are just…rough. They’ll get better, but right now they just suck, and that’s how it is. So, you’d think I’d be turning my attention to funny stuff: light-hearted flicks, fluff books and just such as this. And, really, I would have. Except that I promised to review this book, Irreplaceable, before the poop hit the fan, and I got sprayed with all that foul smelling stuff.

They sayOk, I say that a well written book can pull you out of yourself, teach you something about life. I fought myself to read this one because it is a very painful story. Seriously, it begins and ends painfully and the entire middle is full of pain. But that’s just the way life is sometimes, and even in the midst of the pain, the story is beautiful, both in life and in this book. Life is beautiful, even when it hurts, because it is life. And this book is beautiful because it speaks a truth even though it is fiction.

Irreplaceable is well written, the characters are fully formed, very human, and the events are realistic, even in their unfathomableness. On the surface, it’s the story of an organ donor and what happens to her heart, but that short description doesn’t do the book justice. It is intensely emotional, and I cried when I read the last sentence: that’s just how they say hello. That one line sealed the book for me, because I actually have a leave taking ritual with a friend of mine–something we’ve never discussed, and I’m not even sure they know it exists, but it does for me, and that’s how I know Stephen Lovely is writing from a heart that understands motivations and desires and can adequately portray that in words that paint pictures for the mind. Irreplaceable is his first novel, and I’ll be looking to see what he writes next.

It’s a week or two later than you’d expect, and it may be almost a trite question, but … what were your favorite books from 2008?

I think my favorite books from 1008 were the Harry Potter ones I read and The Reincarnationist. I also read Created to be His Helpmeet, and that has probably been the most practically helpful book I’ve ever read, even though I can’t say I enjoyed it. It has too many hard truths for that, but it probably kept me from divorcing my husband before I figured out his “mean-ness” was actually sickness.

Let’s Move on to the Project 365 catchup. I am really enjoying the prod to document my day this way. And yes, I do plan to develop and scrapbook the pictures. I have the materials, so the only cost will be an album and developing the prints. Pretty cheap to create a book of me, right? I may even have an album over there somewhere.

Day 6 Social Security

Tuesday, I took my husband to the Social Security Office to help him apply for disability. I have no idea if he will qualify or not, but i do know that he can’t work. “Change in mental status” is such a cruel phrase. It seems pretty innocent until you live with it awhile. Until you realize how much your spouse doesn’t remember anymore. Until you walk him through the steps of government paperwork.

Day 7 Ang. has Sparkly Balls

Wednesday, I went back to Wal-Mart to pick up more meds for dh. And other stuff. I had seen a Christmas wreath I wanted to make, and so I talked myself into buying the stuff for it. I justified it by saying I could spend $8 now or $32 next year, and really, $8 was so much better. When I sent the photo of the ones I was planning to use for myself to Ang., I asked her if she wanted one to, and she did and sent me paypal for these. Mine will be silver, gold and ivory. I bought the meds, materials for two wreaths, a huge roll of wrapping paper and several boxes of chocolate covered cherries for $32. QOTD: Some people love Christmas, I love the after Christmas sales.

Yes, I did text her that she had big sparkly balls as I was leaving the store. Yes, she texted back “giggle”.

There will probably be a Project 365 shot of the finished wreaths, but I have to clear off my desk office furniture to make them. Inless I use the dining room table……. NO! You know what I need? I need one of those hard top folding tables to replace my soft topped card table. That would give me a better space for puzzles, cards and all sorts of other stuff.

So, as I was going through my feedreader this morning, I saw this from Booking Through Thursday:

Happy New Year, everyone!

So … any Reading Resolutions? Say, specific books you plan to read? A plan to read more ____? Anything at all?

Name me at least ONE thing you’re looking forward to reading this year!

and I decided to use it as a springboard for my yearly goal post, because, yes I do have reading goals, and lots of other goals, too.

This year, I want to read the rest of the Harry Potter books. And my TBR pile. In fact, I am going to set a lofty goal of a book per week. Crazy, right? If I aim for the moon, perhaps I will reach the stars.

This year, I want to use up the craft stuff I already have, and not buy more.

This year, I want to exercise. In fact, I want to be able to play the card squat game up to 10 cards by the end of the year. I’ll have to post a video of the card squat game so you will know that this is a serious event.

This year, I want to learn to play guitar. I have the instrument, I have the learning dvd. All that remains is to make and take the time to learn.

This year, I want to clean the house. I’ve kept hoping for something bigger, but it hasn’t happened, so this year, I am purposing to make our stuff smaller.

This year, I think I want to do project 365. I guess I need to make up my mind, huh? I used to do a photo a day, and it was a love/hate relationship for me.

This year, I want to send my kids to booty camp. They need to learn to do what they are told, come when they are called and speak when they are spoken to.

And on that note, I guess I just committed to Project 365. I may or not actually scrap the pictures in a book, but here’s the first one.

Notice the five booty camp recruits. (The other two are not yet home from a retreat.) Notice that one girl is holding a HP book, and one is holding 10 cards. Notice that my oldest son is holding my guitar for me. Notice that the girls are sitting on the clean counter I cleared last night. Maybe I should try again. I forgot to have some one hold craft stuff.

There, that’s a bit better. This time I included the craft stuff, and there are two children holding five cards each, (DaBaby lowered hers as I snapped) since I could play card squat through five cards when my nephew and sister taught it to me.

Please note that there are no goals here about money and there are no goals here about people who are beyond my control. I have no idea about my finances at this point, and I have learned that making goals that involve other autonomous people is setting yourself up for big fat failure.

IF I was to set one goal that involved others, it would be going to see Ang. this year. But that means I have to have a sitter, and a sitter falls in to the category of “other autonomous people”.

I posted over on my craft blog about the crafty calendars I got for Christmas. Man, I just love those little page-a-days, don’t you? But I also love a good hard bound book, and I’ve gotten my hands on one I think will interest some of you. It’s been sitting on my desk for three weeks or so, while I waited on my internet and computer and and and AND! I realized today is the last day of the year, so I better tell you about it, so you can go pick up your own copy. Oops!

The American Patriot’s Almanac is written by William J. Bennett and John T.E. Cribb. I ordered it because I like Bennett’s earlier works, The Book of Virtue and The Children’s Book of Virtues. I also read his book on Education, the title of which I forget and was impressed with it. In short, if Bennett is the writer, I want to be a reader.

The book has an historical entry for each day of the year. It’s a book to read one morsel at a time, provided you can make yourself slow down to do so. At the end of each month is a longer segment that explores a topic in more detail. And the introduction? Well, there are lessons in there for all of us.

I will be seriously starting this book tomorrow, as opposed to flitting around in it here and there. I’m giving Country, my (also) history buff daughter, less than 1 week to discover it on my desk and try to steal it.

Or, 734 pages of reading pleasure.

I have to admit that I was somewhat daunted by the sheer size of this book. After all, I’ve only ever read one adult author who could hold my interest for 3/4 of a thousand pages. And sometimes my mind wandered on her, yk? But since I had committed myself to reading this series, I went ahead and did so. And you know, it’s a good read. I mean, aside from finding myself caught up in the fictitious lives of teenagers, it’s good writing. One word of warning, ignore the cover art. Harry Potter is 14, I think, in this book and not 8 as the picture would leave one to believe.

I’m impressed by the continuity between the books, too. The characters stay true to themselves, even as they mature. And laying aside the premise of magic, the books are entirely believable: motivations, reactions, all reasonable.

I finished the book on Friday, waiting on my husband’s latest cat scan. On Monday, I had to return a huge stack of books, which I did. And then, I checked out number 5. Let me shoot them together.

The pic makes them look about even, but my eye tells me 5 is just a bit thinner. Let me check: 870 pages! Whodda thunk memory cards were more accurate than the human eye? I’ll be starting it after I finish a couple other books I have out.

One of the great benefits of not having internet at home has been an incredible amount of reclaimed free time. If you ever wonder how much time you truly spend doing something, do without it for awhile. Your eyes may be opened in amazing ways, just like mine have been. The crazy thing is that I am still able to get the necessary stuff done by focusing when I do have internet access. Such as this very minute. When I want to tell you about One Fifth Avenue.

You know how usually (and interestingly enough, I just remembered there is a short conversation about this in the book) you can say a novel was about something when you finish reading it? Well, with this book, I am unable to say that. And this is a good thing! I don’t mean it in a bad way at all! Candace Bushnell has written a book about life, populated with characters that are so well written and human that they seem almost real. The plot is realistic, the motivations ring true, and there is an exact amount of randomness in it that adroitly portrays life as it really happens to most of us. This author knows people, what makes them tick, and it is her ability to deliver a story that adequately portrays the emotions that beset us all that makes her story shine.

This is not a thin book, but it is not difficult to read, either, and I suspect that once you get started, you could read it over the course of a week, even if you only get to read in the evenings. Of course, I am not guaranteeing that you won’t stay up way past your bedtime turning pages, but I’m willing to tell you that it’s a risk worth taking.