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My mother’s reading habits are less like Jesse’s and more like mine. She reads quickly, broadly and plentifully (is that a word? spell check says it is). This, in addition to our generally similar test, and our always similar distaste in fiction make us especially good reading partners.
She and I exchange books so often that we don’t always remember whose book it was originally. We also share with many others in the family and with select friends, so it can get confusing. For instance she recently recommended a book to my sister-in-law that my sister-in-law had given to me which I then passed on to my mom.
Further, sometimes we want the books back, sometimes we don’t care where they end up. So we have a system. Anything we want back we put our address label inside. Anything we don’t want is blank. Apparently though, somewhere along the way, we needed some improvements on this system. I went to my mom’s house the other day and saw a familiar book on the table. I picked it up and read the back and thought “Hey, this sounds like a good read.” I looked inside and found a post-it note in my own handwriting:
“You have read this book before. And yes, you need the reminder.”
I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes. The funniest part is, that neither she nor I can remember who the note was for. Clearly we’ve both read the book before and at least one of us (if not both) has attempted to read it again. So it’s entirely possible she is currently reading it for a third time – and enjoying it. I might even take it from her when she’s done.
What does this have to do with A New Mom’s Guide to Reading? Rereading!
I forgot my book in the other room earlier this morning. Not a problem for a normal person, but a huge problem for a new mom.
Now that I have a newborn, my world has diminished substantially from as recently as a month ago. My world, in its entirety, consists of three rooms in my house. As such, I have come to realize the importance of having things at arm’s length (yes, one arm, because the other is holding the baby). Not just things such as burp cloths, tissues, a glass of juice (I do think it is possible, like Tantalus, to die of thirst within sight of refreshment), but other things like this laptop I’m writing on, or, for those brief moments when the baby is finally asleep and I can’t move from my position, a book.
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