“Room” by Emma Donoghue

Despite the tough subject matter, “Room” was a wonderful book. I would suggest it to anyone looking for something to read with a little depth to it. I read it in just two sittings, which is very unusual for me.

It is about a 26-year-old woman who was taken off a street when she was 19 and held captive by a man, “Old Nick”  in a  modified garden shed. When she was 21 she had a son, Jack. The book begins as Jack turns 5. The book was written before Jaycee Dugard was found, but it is based somewhat on a similar story from Austria that took place a long time ago.

I wasn’t sure I’d be able to read it and there are parts in the first half of the book where I didn’t know if I could handle it. I think it really helps that the entire book is written from the son’s point of view. It kind of lightens the tone.

In the first half of the book they are being held in an 11 x 11 shed that has been turned into a room for them with a TV, bed, table, stove, refrigerator, and sink. The only outside light coming from a skylight. Ma has basically taught Jack that the room is real and everything on TV is fake (or outer space) so he doesn’t really know they are being held against their will. Because he’s getting older though, Jack is starting to piece things together and ask more questions. Then when things start to get bad, she realizes that “Old Nick” has been without work for 6 months, putting him in danger of foreclosure and what that would mean for Ma & Jack. A plan is hatched and they end up escaping.

This is where I stopped for the night, which wasn’t very smart because the intensity of the book made it really hard for me to sleep.

The second half of the book focuses on their life once they are free – how does she adjust to being free after being held captive for 7 years? How does Jack adjust to suddenly learning that everything is real and there are other people, and he had a Grandma and a Grandpa and an Uncle, etc. etc? They start their journey at a psych hospital and then eventually in an assisted living facility. It was much easier to read the second half, but it was still just as fascinating. It makes you realize how much you take for granted – outside, separate bathrooms, haircuts. The list could go on and on.

There has been a lot of talk about Dugard’s memoir lately, but I don’t think I could handle reading it.  Just reading this fiction book was hard to take in at times. I can’t even imagine going through something like this, and honestly don’t know if I would have the strength to survive. Hopefully I’ll never have to find out.

Wanting to be a Know-It-All is Something I Can Totally Get Behind

Right now I am reading The Know-It-All: One Man’s Humble Quest to Become the Smartest Person in the World by A.J. Jacobs.

He decided to read the entire Encyclopaedia Britannica and the book follows him through his journey with anecdotes from his life. I’m only to through the K’s so I’ve still got quite a few pages left to read, but I just realized something and I’m not quite sure how I feel about it.

As I’ve been reading, I thought all the details from his life were in real-time as he was reading. There isn’t a ton of specific time details, but this is the assumption I formed. However when I got to the entry under “joke” he says it’s April Fool’s Day. Then I turn the page and under “jujube” he’s talking about an Oscar party his wife is having.

I mean it might take me from April to January to read the J section of the encyclopedia if I were to undertake this adventure*, but based on how much time he spends reading, I cannot believe that much time passed for him.

So, it turns out the joke’s on me.

*This will never happen.

Some Heavy Reading…

In this month’s issue of Glamour there was a page that asked guys what they liked about their girlfriends/wifes. One guy said that he really liked how much his girlfriend laughed at her own jokes, even though they were pretty bad. He liked that she thought they were hysterical and could entertain herself (or something like that)

I need a guy like him because I find myself pretty dang funny…

In case you’ve ever questioned my organization skills*

This weekend was pretty relaxing – which is funny if you consider I didn’t really relax at any point.

Like most of the weekends since the beginning of the year, there was a 30th birthday to celebrate. This weekend, it was Nate’s turn, so Friday night I headed to his place for a surprise party – unfortunately one of his out-of-town friends spoiled the surprise by sending him a text 30 minutes early.The party was the extent of my social interactions this weekend.

Saturday I caught up on some TV in the morning and then eventually got dressed and headed to Home Depot to discuss painting some rooms in my house – main questions were what kind of paint to use that is washable if the stairwell gets scuffed up and what do I do about the wall paper in the extra bathroom – paint over it, take it down. In about 5 minutes flat the guy at Home Depot talked me out of doing any of it myself  (kind of the anti-salesman if you ask me) so painting will have to hold off a bit until I can schedule someone to come do all the rooms at once.

Next up, in the process of vacuuming and mopping, I also decided to dust everything in my place – it’s been ages and was starting to annoy me. In the process of dusting the desk in my room, I looked at it and decided that instead of just swiffering everything I actually needed to pull out the Old English and do it right. While in the process of then going around the house and putting everything back where it belongs, I decided I wanted to move stuff around here and there. I’m not lying when I say this, it took me about an hour to get this how I wanted it…

The sad thing is, that even if you’ve been to my house, you probably can’t tell me what changed. But I know. I KNOW. For the record there are only 7 things out of the 17 things that are in the same place they were before. Counting the books as one thing, there are 3 new things and 8 things I took away. If I ignore the fact that the silver pieces really need to be polished, I’m pretty happy with this set up.

After I finished putting everything back where I wanted it, I was pretty over cleaning and just ready to read a little bit and go to bed.

Sunday, I got up intent on starting and finishing The Help for book club tonight. That did not happen. Instead I decided that I need to buy some clear shoe boxes for my closet so I went to The Container Store bought a case of 20 and went to town on my closet..

For the record, the 16 boxes showing replaced about 30 shoe boxes of varying sizes, colors, and shapes, but all labeled with tape and magic marker. (All of which I broke down to recycle causing about a bazillion paper cuts)Anyways, really I’m saving a ton of space by having clear unlabeled boxes because now I only need enough for the out of season half of my shoes – Brilliant. After I did this, all my purses on the second shelf got jealous of my shoes, so…

I went back to The Container Store and bought a few more boxes for my purses. There were a couple nice purses that I’ve been keeping in the cloth bags they came with, so I always forget I have them – that won’t be a problem anymore now that I can see them all.

I also decided that I needed to work on clearing out my DVR since I switch to AT&T this week so I watched all the backlogged episodes of House Hunters, Ellen and Jeopardy while doing a few hours of work stuff.

In the end, I did not read a single page of The Help all weekend, but I did finish Tyler Stanton’s Everyday Absurdities.

*ha, like that would ever happen.

What I’m Reading…

I updated my “What I’m Reading” page. I update it pretty sporadically depending on what I’m reading, but I don’t always mention it. For those of you who use a reader, you might not even know it was there…

Anyways, as always you can click to it in the sidebar or you can click here.

Random Thursday Thoughts

1. Last night I was watching House Hunters and nearly chocked on my dinner when a couple looking at houses in the west suburbs of Portland had a huge problem with a $60 annual HOA fee on a duplex. Are you kidding me? $60 a year. A YEAR! My HOA fee averages out to roughly $60 a WEEK. Wow.

2. I did not realize The Help was only in hardback. Otherwise I would have just gone to Amazon or Half.com to get it cheap, but I figured I’d just run to Borders and pay $12. Oops, my mistake. I didn’t get it but I did end up spending $30 anyways. Surprise, surprise.

3. Tonight I was watching My First Place and they looked at a townhouse I also looked at when I bought my place. I hated it. You walk in to the dining room as soon as you opened the front door. It was weird. She loved it, She’s crazy.

4. I’m getting pretty decent at the piano. I’m sure this will decline some once all the good TV comes back next week – as will all the HGTV watching…