![]() I got gastritis again. My belly. It's my Achilles Heel. Comes from not venting enough, I think, though my husband called me "belligerent" last night, so maybe I just have a bad belly. Anyhoo, there I was, watching "Hidden Figures," enjoying all those women doing math (which I am incapable of, having the affliction of dyslexia) and getting my "lay in bed, feeling sorry for myself, so watching a good movie" vibe on. And who should arrive in my darkened room, asking if she could look at my bookshelves to pick a book? *And The Angels Sang* My youngest daughter. Now, looking for a good book to read is one of my favorite things to do, and her quiet, tentative request had the power to drag me from my death bed to help a fellow reader in need. By the time she'd found "The Stand" (her reading tastes run toward the hubby's horror genre,) I had found Jo Clayton's the "Moongather" series. I have all three books. I don't remember anything about them, except how I "felt" when I read them, and that was when they were first released. Goodreads says May of 1982! I'd just turned seventeen and thought MGM musicals were "goals" rather than propaganda for a patriarchal society (I digress.) Now, I'm working on my final read through for book 3 in my "Secret Agent" series for Kensington, and I only have room enough in my head for one obsession at a time, so I stacked my three dusty, yellowing books on my bedside, and told my daughter, "they're next," patting them, as if they were long suffering pets awaiting my attention. Only to discover "said daughter" had already left the room, was on her bed, reading Stephen King. *sighs* I still have no idea how long I sifted through my books, trying to find a "non-romance" that a fourteen year old girl might enjoy. However, the rush I got reacquainting myself with my "keeper shelves" sent me to the computer and I'm back working on my final read through. What a life. #IAmSoBlessed Addendum: I had to go into the other room to ask my husband what the word was that he'd called me last night, because I wanted to add it to my post. He said, "Lovely?" I said, "no." He said, "beautiful?" I said, "no. It was funny. Remember? When I said, 'Are you ignoring me because you want me to STFU? And you said...'" "Oh," he said. "The word was belligerent." lol www.goodreads.com/book/show/515111.Moongather
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