What we’re reading in March

This month Boo has continued to adore The Very Hungry Caterpillar…it’s still a (several times) daily read, and is usually included among his bedtime stories. He loves it. What struck me about his (other) book selections this month, though, was that he’s added an old favourite of mine – The Monster at the End of This Book:

The Monster at the End of this Book

I’m not entirely certain that he “gets” it, but he certainly enjoys listening to me read it. Of course I get all frustrated as Grover gets frustrated. I whisper when Grover whispers. I raise my voice when Grover raises his voice. I include facial expressions and hand gestures. Reading it has become a whole “to do” which my Boo clearly enjoys.

I suspect he’s also made the connection between the Grover in the book to the Grover we listen to on Google Play (I almost always have a Sesame Street album playing in the background during meals, or when we’re playing indoors), adding an element of familiarity to the character (he’s already made these connections for Elmo, Oscar, Cookie Monster and Big Bird).

As for me…there’s a bit of background behind my March selection:

Not too long ago a friend of mine started reading the Fifty Shades trilogy – and was providing small progress updates on Facebook. One of her most memorable comments was something along the lines of “…every time I read it, I can’t wait for my husband to get home…” which I shared with my husband, thinking he’d get a laugh out of it. He did.

He also went ahead and ordered the trilogy for me.

Fifty Shades of Grey

So this past month I’ve been reading the first (and most famous) instalment – Fifty Shades of Grey – which I actually just finished last night. It was….not exactly what I expected. When I initially started reading my husband asked how it was, and I remember saying something like “…there’s not a lot of sex in this sex book.” * I was expecting more. A lot more. Instead there’s lots and lots of story that somewhat mirrors its inspiration, Twilight.

Like Twilight, the main character has absolutely no sense of self worth, and is always doubting and putting herself down. It gets tired. What also gets tired pretty quickly is the constant references to her subconscious and “inner goddess” (reflecting her super-ego and id?) as a way to describe how she’s feeling – which is generally always excited for sex (her id) or critical of herself (her super-ego). So yes…she has low self-esteem that is only ever elevated when she sees herself reflected through Christian Grey’s eyes.

So on to Christian Grey. What really struck me about his character was that he was…familiar. In fact, I’d venture to say that I made up an almost identical character when I was 12 (minus the BDSM tendencies). He is exactly how you’d expect a woman to create a fictional “perfect man with a terrible secret/past/whatever”. He is completely unrealistic. And his circumstances in the book are just preposterous. Just what a 12 year old girl would come up with.

That being said…I did finish reading the book. And since I already have the following two books from the trilogy, I expect I’ll read them as well. Just like the Twilight Saga (which I’m almost ashamed to admit I read in its entirety), it’s kind of like a car crash…you can’t help but look.

* Some of you may be wondering – have I found the book at all titillating, considering its reputation? Not overly. The sex scenes aren’t particularly graphic, focusing more on the heroine’s groaning and moaning and feelings of desire which constantly seem to be “washing over her” blah blah blah. My generally conclusion? She comes way too easily ;)

** Also, to anyone who has thoroughly enjoyed Fifty Shades of Grey (especially my above-referenced friend – you know who you are) – I applaud your ability to escape into the book and to just enjoy the ride…I kinda wish I could jump on the bandwagon too and have fun with it. I think maybe because of all the hype surrounding it, or its similarities to Twilight (which I wasn’t that fond of) I’m not able to read it without a critical or comparative eye. Or, maybe it’s just not my thing.

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