Well, well, well, look who finally remembered to update her book blog. I watched Tuesday roll past and told myself I would definitely not miss Friday, then watched Friday roll past. It’s been once of those weeks where I just can’t bring myself to write anything. The first 3 days I worked this week were very emotional. I was starting to believe I was cursed because both Monday and Wednesday I stayed late because we had to euthanize some of our oldest patients, which is always highly emotional. I mean, every euthanasia is emotional, but when it’s a pet you’ve been seeing for years and years it feels almost like euthanizing your own pet. Then on Thursday we euthanized another long-time patient, and I was just done for the week.
I just realized that I maybe have not mentioned on this blog that I work at a veterinary hospital, and that all this talk of euthanizing patients might seem a little out of nowhere. Hi, I’m Sarah, I work at a veterinary hospital when I’m not reading books. Sometimes it’s the most rewarding job ever, other times it breaks my heart.
Anyway. Y’all don’t want to hear about that. Y’all want to know about the books.
Well, whoops. My reading has been sadly lacking this past week or so. I’ve been listening to the last 2 books in the Vorkosigan saga by Lois McMaster Bujold. I finished Cryoburn earlier in the week and I’m now about 3/4 of the way through Gentleman Jole and the Red Queen. Cryoburn was very much a sci-fi mystery story, with Miles solving some political drama in his role as Imperial Auditor. I always enjoy listening to Miles hyperactively suss out whatever slippery situation he’s gotten himself into, and the ending of this one absolutely broke my heart.
Gentleman Jole and the Red Queen has a completely different feel to it. There’s no central mystery plot and is mostly about Cordelia and Jole grieving Aral, and finding a way forward now that Aral is gone. It’s about grief and moving through your grief to find happiness and meaning again. It’s about growing older (Cordelia is 76, Jole is about to turn 50) but still living your life. Life doesn’t end at 40; people over 40 still live and love, still have many years left to fill. I’m not there yet – I just turned 32 in January, but the older I get the more I enjoy these looks into growing older but still living life.
I haven’t really been reading anything in print lately. I have a couple things that I need to get to this coming up week. My copy of The Burning White by Brent Weeks is due back on the 26th and I’m currently on page 63 of over 900 (YIKES). I also want to finish reading A Cowboy to Remember by Rebekah Weatherspoon, which comes out on the 25th. I want to get my review of that up ASAP for you guys. I’ve been sitting at around 20% on that one for about 2 weeks now, and I just need to push through my reading slump to finish.
It just hasn’t really grabbed me yet, you know? It has an amnesia plot that I’m not 100% sold on yet, so it’s been slow going. I will finish it this week and get the review up, so be looking for that!
Have a great week, and I’ll (hopefully) see y’all again for another post on Tuesday.