Aside from a few book reports in middle grades, I have not ever done a book review. I read plenty of them, they’re essential to that purchasing part of my job (have I mentioned that I get to buy lots of books with other people’s money? Best part of being a Librarian.) But book reviews haven’t blipped my radar.
Since I started knitting, I’ve mostly given up reading. Well, yes, there is an obsession happening, but a few years ago I stopped being able to read for pleasure. For a person who, as a child, did everything with a book in hand (especially folding clothes), this has been hard. Awful. My eyes do this funny thing when I read for pleasure (read=for hours on end), and I end up having, after just a few books, to go to the eye doctor and get new glasses. Knitting, however, doesn’t stress my eyes, and I can (with good lighting) knit ’till I pass out.
Where’s that book review I promised?
I stayed up until I finished it last night (late!), even though I had to be up earlier than ususal. I dreamed of sheep. Sheep testicles, that is. Read this, if you get a minute, and all will be explained.
You know what? I don’t know how to do a book review. This is what I can tell you though:
- Sheep are way more fun than I thought they would be, and lambs are small and bouncy.
- I’m pretty sure I would freak about easy lambing, and a prolapsed sheep uterus would render me a vegetable.
- It is entirely possible that sheep may be too smart for me.
- I still want this farm thing, bad.
- Not sure I could handle a sheep-for-meat farm. I’m a chicken.
- Speaking of chickens, I didn’t know they had bellybuttons, or that chicken nookie would be so darn funny.
I could keep going, but I’ll spare you. Llamas, ducks, coyotes and women’s underwear. The author has a blog (yay!).
Excuse me, I’ll be off in the corner dreaming of having a farm.
Cygknit 