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I’ve been a mom for four years now. And for most of that time, I’ve been a stay-at-home mom. I think it’s safe to say that if you look at our weekly schedules, you and I live in two very different worlds. But both of our worlds encompass life as mothers. And because we’re both moms, we’re on the same team.
It’s book review day!! AKA my favorite day! I know I know, you may be rolling your eyes thinking I’m such a nerd. But I’m ok with that. I am nerd. I love to read. You’ve probably figured that out if you’ve been following my blog at all.
I’m happy to report that I have 4 really awesome books coming atcha from this month!
“I used to be a lesbian.”
This book is life-changing. You can’t read it and not see the power of God. Author Jackie Hill Perry shares her personal story of the transformative power of the Gospel and how it impacted her life.
She grew up without a father, and throughout life felt more comfortable in the homosexual community than anywhere else.
I have to be honest with you. I totally meant to get a book review post out at the end of January and at the actual end of February, but life. Man, winter mom life is not for the weary. And sometimes I am weary. So it’s March 4th and I’m posting my book reviews from January and February. I hope you don’t mind.
I’ve always been a big fan of New Year’s Resolutions. They haven’t always stuck, and sometimes it can be discouraging to look back over the past year and see certain areas I feel I failed at growth, or didn’t fully accomplish my goals. But as someone who tends to be an all or nothing type person, I have to remind myself to also remember the areas over the past year where I have been successful in personal growth.
Whew, ok I know this post is INCREDIBLY late, but having been down for the count all last week with the stomach flu, I’m just now getting back to my life. I’ve been super excited to share what I read in December as well as my favorite books from 2018. As the book nerd that I am, this is basically my favorite post to write all year.
I read 3 really great books and 1 not so great book, and 1 incredibly disappointing book (which I was expecting to LOVE) in December.
Nine Perfect Strangers by Liane Moriarty
Ya’ll, this was my very disappointing book.
The last two months have been quite the whirlwind for our family. I didn’t have a chance to post my October book reviews at the end of the month due to being in the hospital for 4 days with a kidney infection and a rupture in my kidney. [Sounds like fun, huh??]
So anyway, I’m back to posting my reviews for the past 2 months, but in December I plan on getting back to my monthly book reviews!
But the fun news is because this review covers 2 months I have a whopping SEVEN books to share with you!!
One of my favorite parts of motherhood is seeing what interests each of my kids develop. And I’m so thankful that they both seem to be falling in love with reading! Zeke especially would read (be read to) for hours, carries around books instead of lovies/stuffed animals, and demands them to be in his crib when he takes a nap and goes to bed.
And then there’s Knox, who has a lot of the books we read in bed memorized…it’s crazy impressive!
A summer comes to an end and I look back over the books that lead me through this hot season, I’m giddy both because I’m reminded of the amazing people I’ve “met” over the past 2 months, but also excited for the upcoming fall, when I can curl up to read with a blanket and a cup of coffee. (Decaf of course, because I usually read at nap time or after bedtime, and mama doesn’t sleep at night if I drink caffeine after lunchtime…insert rolling eyes emoji here.)
If you know me at all, you’ll know that I could read books, talk books, or trade books ALLLLL.
Do you know how many articles, memes, gifs, and cartoons there are out there that talk about moms in yoga pants? Moms with messy hair. Moms who haven’t showered in days. Moms who are wearing yesterday’s clothes. (Probably yoga pants.)
Even before I became a mom, I anticipated motherhood to mean not caring as much about what I wore, what I looked like or how long it had been since I showered.