Reading

I'm sure that you might agree with me when I say that most "stereotypical" housewives had a fabulous career before they became so stereotypical.  My totally awesome career (that I am a little upset with here because the Pima County Public Library system leaves much to be desired, but that is a rant for another time) is as the coveted Librarian.  Don't ask me how I ended up a librarian.  It probably had something to do with my parents taking me there every three weeks until I was 14, at which point I got a job there, but who really knows.  Maybe it's because I only got accepted to one graduate school?  Anyway.  I am a reader.  I read and read and read (ask anyone who knows me).  Going to the doctor: bring a book.  Going to a middle school band concert: bring a book but don't forget to look up when your niece is playing.  Going on a road trip: bring an audiobook.  I think you get the point.

I have been reluctant to recommend books to my fabulous fans because just because I think it's great doesn't mean that everybody else does.  I recognize that not everyone enjoys the same things I do.   I mean just look at the only book I've posted so far.  However, I have determined that I must share my idiosyncratic reading material.

 

This week I read a book called Blue by Joyce Moyer Hostetter.  This book is told from the voice of a thirteen year old girl in North Carolina and is about a polio epidemic that took place there in 1944. It is a clean read and has sub-themes of segregation and the effects of World War II at home in America.  The author includes historical background and a long list of other books about polio.