Out of the Mouths... and a Book Review

This morning my littlest Seattleite informed me that she'd "weally like something cold fwom a latte stand, like a smoothie oh maybe a 'Talian Soda."

The 8yo used me as an example of "A 3D object" on her math homework. I am used for "doing dishes". Her little sister is also a 3D Object; her purpose is "to annoy people".

On the way to school, we saw a police cruiser pulled up to a latte stand. Abby asked me if it was "one of those things like the police guy eating donuts on TV. Yes, I taught my eight-year-old the term "stereotype" today.

I got an email from Abby's teacher today. They are doing a drug unit in health (this is second grade) and when the teacher asked if anyone know of things that have nicotine, Abby piped up with "Tabasco! It's a sauce."
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I don't usually review specific books on my blog, beyond the occasional remark here and there. But I am really... "enjoying" is not the word here, because I'm not enjoying this book. I love Marian Keyes, and her books are often quite bittersweet - she deals with abandonment and addiction and a lot of that sort of thing - so when I bought this one sight unseen, I was expecting more of the same.

It is more of the same sort of topics, but taken Up to Eleven. Primarily abuse and alcoholism and depression are the topics at hand here, and this one - while not enjoyable as such- is fascinating. In a deer-in-the-headlights sort of way. Now I have never dealt with any of this stuff - aside from depression due to season (I do live in Seattle) or postpartum hormones - on a personal level. But I have many friends who have, and the characters in this book are so sympathetic that here I am, writing a review before I'm even done with the book.

This book is touching me in a way few books do.