I shouldn't have done that.

I made a mistake this morning. Nothing that impacts others greatly, just my own morning glacial speed. The gig is up the minute I'm relieved of responsibility, in this case getting The Kid to camp.

They left while I was in the bathroom.

When I came out to finish my cup of coffee, it was quiet in the kitchen. It was just me and my book.

A dangerous combination, especially while still in my pajamas.

And that's when I did it. I sat down and I drank that cup of coffee and I read two chapters. What an *sshat move, right?

Next thing I know, I'm slapping on clothing, instead of brushing my hair I'm sticking a pin in it (why not?) I haphazardly do some third grade tooth brushing, where I'm relying more on the mouthwash than the bristles and hopping out the door in the shoes that give me blisters. While sitting at my desk today, I realize, I'm not wearing a cardigan, I'm wearing my Ravelry hoodie. Comfy, but thank goodness, I had no meetings, ha!

I Am the Messenger is such an interesting read. I absolutely loved The Book Thief, so I was excited to read something else by the author. This has that same love of language and rhythm and pace to words. It has the same "What's going to happen next? I feel hopeful, but I'm dreading to see how this plays out" feelings as The Book Thief. In short, I'm wooed again. This book is more adult in nature with more than just violence, but swearing and sexual content. There is discussion of it being a Young Adult novel, but we're talking young adult = mature teen = ok with being an observer of the world kid -- not someone who cringes at the nightly news. It would need to be my own kid or know what another parent allows their teen to read before I would recommend it to a parent for their kid. (Amazon puts it though for Grade 9 - 12 apparently. But people parent differently and you have to respect that.)

Which makes me think, what books have I recommended that I shouldn't have.

When I was growing up I often read outside my age/grade level. I had some shocking realizations perusing my parents bookshelf. However there were very few books I was cautioned against. And it was just that, a caution not a restriction. (Probably because my mother knew that a restriction on reading would be worthless on a brat like me.) It's kind of funny considering I felt like they were pretty strict parents when I was younger. Bah, I suppose all kids feel that way.