Saturday, July 28, 2007

9 a.m.

I spent the past 15 minutes unclogging our sink? Note to self: have a chat with the boys of the house when all are back in town. Ugh, I smell like garlic.

Posting and talking to other people who are blogging for First Book is making me think about my "literary upbringing." My mother was a very forward thinking woman, so few movies and books were taboo. For example, I started reading the Earth's Children series by Jean M. Auel when I was in the fourth grade. For those of you who have not read the series, there are rather graphic sex scenes interspersed throughout each novel. In the first novel, they are almost exclusively rapes. But, my mom let me read them. I think I turned out okay.

The Horse Whisperer was taboo, though. Go figure. She caught me trying to read it three times and each time took it away from me. I finally read it when I was 13, and couldn't figure out why it had been forbidden. To this day, I have no idea.

Other than that book, my mom never forbid me from reading anything that I can remember. I really wish I could ask her why that one got the axe.

4 comments:

Ceru said...

Hey there. I finally had some free time to come read your blog. I can relate with the whole having to chat with the guys to do some things. I can't think of how much time I spend scolding my boyfriend for not helping around the house :)

Glo Paint said...

I'm glad I'm not dating my male roommates. I would have killed them by now. XD

Maddo said...

You should see Trevor and me and the chore situation in this apartment. "SHOESGOINSHOEBOX!" "Huhwhat? Dude, I JUST took them off..." "SHEOBOX!"

Brandon said...

It's really because Cormac McCarthy is a douchebag and not that great of a writer.