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On the bus today, on my way to my childbirth education class, I started to read Monique and the Mango Rains by Kris Holloway. I read the introduction, not quite three pages long, and reviewed the accompanying map. In a couple of minutes my head was filled with history and vibrant scenes of joy and sadness. My eyes were filled with tears. For me, lacrimal expression is a fine way to judge a book. Already, I love this one.
When I was pregnant with my daughter, I started reading a novel only five hundred, eighty-six dense pages long. My daughter will be five in November and I am on page twenty-seven.
My husband is a writer and yet reading is something I don’t make time to do. In my defense, I have read since I last picked up that novel, several dozen books on childbirth, breastfeeding, health, herbs, etc.. They don’t really count, though, right?
Now you might think this book doesn’t count either. After all, the full title is Monique and the Mango Rains: Two Years with a Midwife in Mali, but please just let me ease back into educated society slowly. I may not be considered well-read until my children are well into their college years, but I need to start somewhere.
Anyway, although I only have time to read while I’m on my way to clients’ houses (read more about time HERE) , I do plan to finish reading this book and give you a review. Please send literacy vibes my way!
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August 31st, 2009
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