It's 5am, I'm awake, all the cookies are gone, and I might as well just go ahead and stay up. I think I've slept maybe 1 hour throughout the night. I wouldn't exactly call it an hour of peaceful sleep either, at least not after my creepy dream (maybe?) and being woken up by cold wee wee on my side. That is my life folks.
So I might as well blog about it.
I'm lying there in bed, and finally had drifted off to sleep. Probably not really asleep, but that state where you're semi-awake and asleep at the same time. All of a sudden I get a really strange feeling (it's freaking me out just typing this - I'm looking over my shoulder), and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Not only the hairs on the back of my neck, but it feels as though I have hairs on the whole back side of my body (I'm lying on my tummy), and ALL of these imaginary hairs are standing straight up. I try to move, and I can't. It feels like I have no control whatsoever of any of my muscles. I'm also trying to talk, but all I can get out is "G... guh...guh.." or something of the sort. Then after a few moments all this is over and I'm left with just a really strange feeling. At this point I'm wide effin' awake, and I don't feel like I just woke up - I feel like I was awake through the whole thing. The strange part was that The Kid woke up at the same time as me, and I felt like maybe I really was making those sounds and woke him up. I'm not sure, but it was creepy as hell, and I definitely couldn't go back to sleep after that.
Not only was I obviously almost abducted by aliens, but I woke up to the cold sensation of wee wee on my side, and lo and behold there was wee wee on my side and the bed and the kid. So I changed everything, and now he's in there snoring while I'm in the living room jumping at every sound I hear. Was that just the house popping and cracking or are they trying to drill a hole through the ceiling? I'm not sure, but I'll make sure they don't catch me asleep. I want to at least be able to kick and scream as they drag me off to their space ship.
Oh, and also in my middle-of-the-night boredom I managed to do a couple of mediocre book reviews at Goodreads. So if you want to read those you can continue, and if not then I don't blame you.
Someone Knows My Name by Lawrence Hill
My review
rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is an absolutely amazing book, and I would probably say I have enjoyed it more than any other book I've read in years. Lawrence Hill is brilliant, and after reading this novel I even checked my local library for more of his work, but unfortunately could find none.
Aminata's story is spellbinding as you follow her from a young girl in the deep tribes of Africa, to a slave held in captive, and finally to a very influential African American woman. Heartbreaking, encouraging, and joyful all at the same time. I would recommend this book to anyone, especially those curious about the slave trade.
A Million Little Pieces by James Frey
My review
rating: 2 of 5 stars
While reading this book I gave it 3 stars, but after finishing I knocked it down to only 2, and if I wasn't busy being an insomniac at 5am with nothing to do I probably wouldn't even bother reviewing it.
It goes something like this : Drugs.Rehab.Love.Freedom.The end.
Really, what more can you expect from a story such as this. Poor James goes to rehab, and they take him to a dentist who performs a root canal on him with no anesthesia, and then he falls in love with a girl and chases her to a crack house to save her. Brave James laughs in the face of the crack pipe and bag of dope, because now he is not a dope fiend he is a hero! Go James. You know there is never a story about rehab without a rehab love affair included. Why? Because there's really not much else to do in rehab. Hi, my name's James and I'm an addict. Can I have your number?
There was controversy a while back about whether parts of this book are true or not, and I would have to say that I believe most of the extreme parts he wrote were not true. I mean would a dentist REALLY perform a root canal with no type of anesthesia at all? What dentist was this? He should lose his license, in my opinion.
Frey is an excellent writer,and if it wasn't for that I probably wouldn't have bothered finishing the book, but story telling is not so much a developed skill for him. He writes beautiful words, words about nothing. His repetition is annoying, and some of his descriptions are lacking at best.
I just expected so much more from this book, and now feel kind of silly having gone to the library just to get this particular book.
I mean really - you should have known better than to expect too much intelligent posting at 5am. I can hear the happy chirping birdies outside right now, and I've never wished more in my life to own a BB gun.
Tomowwow (I really typed that, and I'm not changing it) I will post my sweet letter to the nonsmoking t-ball mom on our team, and also something else that I can't remember as of the moment. There is a possibility (a mild one) that it may be a bit more intelligent than this.
