Wellness Wednesday #29: Ankle Update

buttonRemember when I sprained my ankle? Like, back in late August? Been a long time since then. About nine months, in fact. Things were getting better at one point. I had some Airrosti therapy appointments in November that helped, and my doc gave me some strengthening exercises to improve function even more. I changed shoes, which also helped. I still had occasional pain, and my foot grew stiff after I exercised, but I was healing. Until April.

Over the last couple months, I’ve developed pain in a different area of the foot, a spreading burning sensation radiating out from the underside of the outer ankle. The top of my foot was painful to the touch. When I exercised, I’d get so stiff and sore that I’d have to hobble around for days afterwards. If I instead rested it for several days, I’d start getting random shooting pains through it every time I put pressure on it (even just sitting it flat on the ground with no weight on it). I tried different physical therapy exercises, massages, ice, stretches, chiropractic, and more, but nothing worked. Six months after my last Airrosti visits, I went back in.

05 airrostiThe news grew worse. My doc examined my foot/ankle. It was stable, and there was no extra scar tissue or kinking of the fascia to iron out. He worked on the entire leg all the way up to the hip and lower back, just in case the pain was referred (I do have extremely tight IT bands). There was a possibility, he said, that the pain in my foot was because the muscles there were overcompensating for something the leg was supposed to do. More likely, though, I had a tear in the ligament and needed an MRI. If there was a tear, I would likely need surgery or to at least be booted and immobile for 12 weeks. Sob.

He told me to ice my lower back on that side. My lower back didn’t hurt any, but I followed the instruction, and two days later, I woke up with my foot feeling fine and my lower back hurting. I had a massage scheduled that day, and my therapist said the muscles in my lower back were super tight. She did a release technique on them (extremely painful) but when she was done, neither foot nor back hurt. Suddenly, I had hope. Maybe it wasn’t a tear. Maybe my stupidly tight legs/hips/back were just causing my foot to overwork itself.

In the two weeks since then, I’ve been testing different exercises, and I’ve gone back to my Airrosti appointments. Some exercises do cause me to get sore/stiff, but with some new therapy exercises, that goes away after a day (yay!). During my second Airrosti appointment, my doc continued to work all the way up my leg/hip/back, then discharged me. If it flares up again in the future (hopefully not!!), I’ll go in for an MRI, but I’m hoping with the right strengthening, PT exercises, and massage, I can be fully healed soon!!

PS – An update also on the kidney stone issue: it passed, all is well, and the imagine doesn’t show other stones, so I’m in the clear for now at least!

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Top Ten Books That Changed Over Time

Today’s topic is about books you once read and your feelings toward have changed over time. That change can be positive or negative, but in this post, I only want to discuss books that I originally had negative or indifferent feelings toward, and grew to love as time passed. In no particular order:

evgheni_zamiatin_we1. We by Yevgeny Zamyatin: The first time I read this book, I was thoroughly confused. My review was a jumbled mess of WTF? I liked it – at least I thought I did – but I really had no idea what was going on in there. Within three years, the book had grown into one of my favorites in retrospect, and I reread/re-reviewed it with clearer insight.

2. Devilish by Maureen Johnson: My original review of this book stated that it was a confusing mess of a book. I didn’t dislike it, but didn’t find it as good as other books by the same author. Later, I went back and reread that review, surprising myself because Devilish had become my favorite of all Johnson books, even though I hadn’t reread it.

3. Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro: I was indifferent to this book when I first read it. Within six months, I realized I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and it had grown into a favorite. Ironically, the book continually invaded my mind from time to time until years later, when I saw the film. The film somehow effectively shut out the book, which makes me sad, and makes me think a reread is necessary.

warbreaker4. Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson: Initial read judged it as good, but not nearly as good as other Sanderson novels. Just okay. However, this one stuck in my head and kept beating at my brain until it became one of my favorites. Recent reread showed the love to be deserved.

5. The Nature of Jade by Deb Caletti: My original 2009 review of this was lost, but my initial thoughts were again “okay but not great.” By the end of 2009, this had become one of my favorites of the year, and I reread it while on vacation that December.

6. Meant to Be by Lauren Morrill: I remember this book was distinct fondness despite its silliness and predictability. Recently, I went back and read my review, and was surprised to find that I noted many things that bothered me despite liking it. Once again, I grew more fond over time.

7. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by JK Rowling: When I first read the HP series (right after Half Blood Prince released), I was turned off by all the angst and yelling in OotP. I know many people feel the same way. When I subsequently reread the series two dozen times in the next year, my feelings toward each of those books changed, and this grew into one of my favorites. It’s so very well-written, despite the angst.

fangirl8. Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell: This one is a little different. I actually loved this one from the start. The quality of my love changed over time, though, as the book wormed its way to the forefront of my brain over and over, and I began thinking of it as a favorite rather than just a book I loved for the fun of it the day I read it.

9. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller: I first read this in a satire class in college, and the whole read was one big WTF moment. I must have had the impression that there was something there I liked, however, because I tried again the next year, and the year after that, and by the time I was married and had several small kids, I had a handmade shirt with “flies in your eyes” drawn across it and the boys traded Catch-22-style insults with each other when angry.

10. The Rithmatist by Brandon Sanderson: In 2013, I read both of Sanderson’s new YA novels, Steelheart and The Rithmatist. The former, I loved. The latter, I thought was okay, but had a lot of issues with. Over time, the former dropped from my memory completely, and the latter turned out to have real sticking power (possibly because I read it aloud to my kids). In the end, it’s The Rithmatist I ended up loving longterm.

The pattern should be obvious here. Books that stick with me for a long time, rather than fading away in my memory, tend to be the ones that grow into long-lasting love in my heart. Sometimes I initially love a book, but if I can barely remember it a month later, it will fade from a spot among my favorites. This is why I prefer to read slower with some books, or to multi-read others. Time spent with book-loves helps them stay book-loves for me!

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Sunday Coffee – Medical Mess

IMG_4758I hate the term “hot mess” but I’m going to use it right now, because that’s what I am. Three days ago, I started having pain in my lower right back. Felt like sciatic or back-labor pain, getting worse over time. I was so bad by the next day that I missed my great friend Stephanie’s graduation (walking the stage for her Master’s!) that I’d been looking forward to for a month. I kept thinking the pain was possibly digestion-related or menstrual-related, though neither made sense as time dragged by. Yesterday morning, I was weak, lightheaded, clammy, and nearly fainting. By afternoon, Jason took me to Urgent Care.

Urgent Care was a HUGE waste of time. The doctor at this local facility knows nothing, and kept saying that he thought this was a muscle strain. Hey, dude, I know what muscle strain feels like. Just because I’m fat doesn’t mean that I haven’t been an athlete for most of my life. When we mentioned a couple things related to my diagnosis, like say having ovarian cysts that might have burst or endometrial pain, he dismissed me completely. On the way home from Urgent Care, I talked with that same friend above, who agreed to watch our kids while we shuffled over to the ER instead.

IMG_4778The ER took me seriously, thank goodness. Very quickly I had blood work drawn, an IV put in, x-rays and CT scans of both my head and abdomen, where they discovered I had a medium-to-large kidney stone blocked up and causing my kidney to swell. Fun! I’ve never had a kidney stone before and we have no family history of them, so this was a surprise to me. Especially as the Urgent Care doctor spent a long time telling us why it couldn’t be a stone because of where I was feeling the pain. (Later examination of a simply Wikipedia article shows that I was feeling pain exactly where is normal. That idiot.)

Long story short, I was given lots of medicine and eventually sent home with instructions to follow up with a particular doctor on Monday, or call in with an emergency if things get worse before then. I’m now juggling five prescriptions and lots of instructions and I’m so very thankful that Jason was there with me and the boys had a place to go and that everyone in my family were able to pull together to find someone to watch the boys overnight if I ended up going to a hospital. I can’t imagine what this would have been like if we were still in Boston where we knew no one! I probably wouldn’t have gone into Urgent Care in the first place. Gah. Once again, so very glad to be home.

Sorry for all the medical gore.

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Dreamology, by Lucy Keating (audio)

dreamologyFor as long as Alice can remember, she’s dreamed of Max. Several nights a week, he shows up, and over the years, they’ve developed a deep friendship and a fairly recent romantic relationship. Alice knows he’s not real, though. He’s an imaginary being, a dream-creature. Except that on the first day of school in a new area, Max is right there. He’s real…only he doesn’t seem to recognize her at all.

I have no idea where I first heard about this book. It was ages ago, back in the fall, and I’ve been dying to read it ever since. It came out in April, and still my library didn’t get a copy. Finally this month, an e-book and an e-audiobook popped up, and I snatched at both immediately. The audio was the first hold to reach me, and I listened to the entire book in a single day.

Recently, I mentioned all the “instant turn-ons” I have in books, and shared dreams is definitely one of them. The thing is, books with those turn-ons generally fall to either extreme for me. Either I love them unreasonably, or they disappoint me horribly. Dreamology was a fall-in-love book. Yeah, it had its issues, especially toward the end. There were things I wanted to know more about, and things I didn’t like. Mostly, though, I just fell in love with the whole story. I loved the idea of dream-bleeding, the edges of reality starting to act like the illogical nature of dreams, and the various friendships that develop through the book. I loved the weird science lab Alice visits and her grandmother’s quirky home. I even loved the sprinkling of locations I either visited or heard about while living in Boston, where the book takes place.

Like I said, it’s not a perfect book, but it was a good one for me. Everything I could’ve hoped it to be.

Performance: This book is read by Erin Spencer, who did a great job. I don’t usually listen to YA on audio because narrators tend to read them whiny/angsty/perpetually cynical, and while there were some of those moments here, it wasn’t constant, so it sounded like a real person!

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Top Books Picked Out on a Whim

Today’s topic specifies that we’re discussing books picked up without recommendation and without knowing much about the book beforehand. I have a tendency to pick up a lot of books based purely on the cover or mini-description that comes through my library’s Wowbrary feed, but many of those end up going back to the library unread. After thinking back through my many years of reading, I came up with a dozen books I’d consider both “picked up on a whim” and fantastic choices. In no particular order:

Girl of Fire and Thorns, The 21. The Girl of Fire and Thorns by Rae Carson: This was the first book that came to mind. I grabbed it at random off a library shelf and figured I’d end up returning it unread. I loved it so very much.

2. Mrs. Craddock by William Somerset Maugham: In 2001, when I decided to read a classic every week, I randomly chose this one to begin the year because the cover looked interesting and it was fairly short. Maugham turned into one of my favorite authors.

3. Possession by AS Byatt: Everyone in the book world knows Byatt, but when Jason and I first saw this book in the early 2000s, on a used bookshelf at Barnes & Noble in Madison, WI, we decided that the $3 price tag was worth the risk. It looked like it might be good or terrible, and it became one of my favorite books of all time.

number_the_stars4. Number the Stars by Lois Lowry: I knew the author from elementary school and thought I’d disliked her books back then. In 2008, I picked this one up at random to “give her a second chance,” but it turned out I’d never read anything by her before, and this book was lovely.

5. Elena Vanishing by Elena and Clare Dunkle: I rarely read nonfiction picked on a whim, but instead choose for specific subject matter. This popped up in my Wowbrary feed last fall and it ended up being a brilliant choice.

6. The Screaming Staircase by Jonathan Stroud: I have no idea why or where I picked up the audio version of this book. I don’t remember ever hearing about it before, and one day I started listening to it and fell completely in love with the series.

dick_jane_vampires7. Dick and Jane and Vampires by Laura Marchesani: So we all know Dick and Jane, but when I saw the “and Vampires” version back in 2010, I had to get it based on the concept and cover alone. It could have been terrible. Easily. It wasn’t. It was hysterical and wonderful and I wish I still had my copy…even my mom loved it, and she normally hates any kind of satire!

8. The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau: When my boys were younger, they participated in Barnes & Noble’s summer reading program. This book was listed as a possible award book they could chose for finishing. The cover looked interesting, but none of the boys chose it as their award, so I got it from the library and devoured it.

9. Doll Bones by Holly Black: Early in blogging, I read several books by Black and didn’t enjoy them. I figured she was just not the kind of writer I liked. The cover and back-of-book description sounded interesting, however, so I figured, why not? Glad I got it!

magonia10. Magonia by Maria Dahvana Headley: When we were prepping to move back to Texas a year ago, I started grabbing lots of random books from the library shelves to read. Many of them didn’t work out. This one, however, was brilliant, and I can’t wait for the sequel!

11. Second Chance Summer by Morgan Matson: Random library grab during a slumpy summer of reading. Started off kinda not great for me, and then ended up shredding me into a massive sobbing pile of Mandaness.

12. Firstborn by Lorie Ann Grover: In early 2015, I was actively seeking out more gender-diverse fiction, and in my random searches, I came across this title. It came to me from the library with a pile of others, and ended up one of the only ones I actually read. Great look at transgender issues in a fantasy setting!

Have you read any of these? Have I interested you in any of them? (heehee)

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Happily Ever After (Part 1)

I’ve been reading a couple of fairy-tale like series this month – princesses! – and instead of reviewing each book one by one, I’m going to do mini-reviews in a single set. No sense clogging up my blog with tons and tons of mini-reviews!

For Part I of these Happily Ever After minis, I’m reviewing the rest of the fairy tale romances from Eloisa James, after reading A Kiss at Midnight early in the month. As I said in that review, I’m not really a romance reader, usually finding them awkward, stilted, and unsatisfying. I was impressed by Kiss, however, and my reading needs tended more toward fast, friendly, and no-stress this month. A bunch of books with sexy sex and guaranteed happy endings were just the things!

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When Beauty Tamed the Beast
This book was extremely enjoyable! I think I liked it better than the first in the series, especially the lead-up, which felt a little shaky in Kiss. However, I admit that the ending of Kiss was a little less shaky than in this book, so there’s that trade-off. Still, I enjoyed all the characters, especially how pragmatic the heroine, Linnet, is. I also really loved the sarcastic, joking banter between the two leads.

The Duke is Mine
This book was a DNF for me. I read these out of order, with this one being fourth instead of third, and before I began, I was warned about it. Amy of Amy Reads, who originally turned me onto these books, mentioned some distasteful things regarding the way mentally disabled characters are treated. She linked me out to a spoileriffic review, which went into much more detail. Even so, I decided to try the audio out, with these warnings in mind. By the time I met the first disabled character in question, Rupert, I couldn’t continue. It was less the way he was spoken about beforehand and more the way he was presented when he actually showed up that confirmed I didn’t want to read any further.

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The Ugly Duchess
Though this is the fourth book in this particular series, the books are standalone, and I actually read this one third. And, unfortunately, it’s the first book that I didn’t delight in. The formula was different, which would have been okay except that it led to a lot of stilted characterization and language. This is the first of these books that had awful euphemisms during sex, and I was totally not attracted to the feisty pirate aspect of the book. This one also bordered on rape-fantasy a couple times, and that’s not for me. Note that there isn’t actually any sexual violence or threat, just that the female here seems to enjoy the idea of pretending such. Totally fine, if it’s consensual, just not for me. Anyway, this one was a bust.

Once Upon a Tower (audio)
I admit, after the last two duds, I was really worried that I’d made a mistake in continuing past the first couple books in this particular series. Thankfully, however, Once Upon a Tower was fantastic! Not only was the plot, characters, pacing, and all the rest more streamlined, but everything seemed more fleshed out than even the first two books. The only time I was even remotely uncomfortable was when the male lead intends to do something particularly awful, except then he doesn’t, and yay! Unlike the other books in this series, I could see this existing outside the realm of romance novels. As for listening on audio, I was worried that the narrator (Susan Duerden) would be awful or awkward during certain sections. Thankfully, I was wrong here, too, and other than the particularly annoying habit of adding the exact same laugh every time the text says someone laughs/giggles, I quite enjoyed the audio experience!

Random notes:
– The titles and covers are horribly cheesy and grin-worthy.
– I really have no intention to keep reading books of this kind, but it was fun to get out of my comfort zone a short while.

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Sunday Coffee – The Right Books

IMG_4703Back in 2008, when I first started blogging, I’d spent most of my adulthood reading classics only. A few modern books had caught my attention over the years, but for the most part, I ran up against the same problem I’d had since I’d hit my teen years: My choices seemed to be limited to genre fiction or literary fiction. I’d never met a genre-novel that I enjoyed, and I was bored out of my mind by straight-out literary fiction. The first category seemed to be all plot and nothing deeper, and the second was exactly the opposite, all theme and pondering, no story. Wildly different ends of the spectrum, neither interesting to me. I stuck to classics, which tended to have both story and theme, and even then, I was picky about which classics I read.

That first year of blogging is littered with attempts to find modern fiction I enjoyed. On one end, there were books like The Odd Sea and Oracle Night and The House on Mango Street; on the other, there was The Book of Names and The Eight and Nine Lives to Murder. These books all fell into the category of not-for-me. Eventually, I delved into children’s and middle grade fiction, which gave me more of a balance, but I’ve never stuck with children’s books for very long, so that definitely couldn’t last.

That’s when I met Debye, a librarian at my local library. She was running a YA book club that was only rarely attended, and I decided to give it a chance. Suddenly, the young adult world poured open for me. In my teen years, my choices were Sweet Valley High and Babysitter’s Club (ugh…), which is why I quit reading for nearly a decade. I hadn’t realized what a transformation YA had undergone since the Harry Potter series began. Suddenly I was reading Deb Caletti and Scott Westerfeld and Maureen Johnson and Suzanne Collins. I went so YA-crazy that I eventually burned myself out and had to take a break from that age group. All it took was the right book, though, and suddenly, Manda became a fan of lots of young adult fiction.

It’s a lesson I’ve been taught many times over. I discovered, for example, that modern adult fiction does exist outside the poles of pure literary and straight genre. The Eyre Affair. The Night Circus. Notes on a Scandal. Gentlemen and Players. The Host. Crossed Wires. Little Children. The Housekeeper and the Professor. Never Let Me Go. Like Water for Chocolate. Loved Walked In. Ella Minnow Pea. I discovered, for example, that fantasy exists on a spectrum, and while there is certainly genre-heavy fantasy, there is also very deep and introspective fantasy novels. I needed Brandon Sanderson and Diana Wynne Jones to teach me that, and then my whole bookworld blossomed. I discovered that audiobooks just take the right narrator, and I discovered that not all mysteries and crime novels are plot-only, and recently even that romance novels can break the mold and differ from the highly-structured genre traditions.

The thing is, I’m still not a fan of most straight-genre or high-literary books. It’s just that between my library, my friends, and this lovely blogging world, I’ve been introduced to far more than I ever discovered on my own. I’m sure I’ll continue to find “right books” and “right authors” that will further push the limits and boundaries of my current book preferences and ideas. And that is an awesome thing.

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Being Mortal, by Atul Gawande (audio)

being mortalSubtitled: Medicine and What Matters in the End

I recently learned about this book from Bryan at Still Unfinished. I’ve never read much about aging, dying, and mortality in general, and this was honestly the perfect time to come across this book. A couple months ago, I passed my 37th birthday and was soon-after diagnosed with PCOS, insulin resistance, vitamin D deficiency, and moderately high cholesterol. Suddenly I’ve had to start watching individual pieces of my diet instead of eating well all-around, and combined with taking multiple medications/vitamins and my foot injury (which is likely much worse than suspected over the last nine months), life has started to look different. I feel like I’ve crossed a mid-point or dividing line between my younger years and my older years. Don’t misunderstand – I don’t feel like I’m going to start dying any time soon – but I do feel like this is something I need to start considering more seriously. Not just for my own health, but for that of my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc.

Being Mortal is a very well-balanced look at different parts of aging. I learned a lot about the body’s breakdown even among healthy individuals. I learned a lot about the progress of deterioration, and the way bodies can be affected by terminal disease. I learned a lot more about nursing homes and assisted living, and about hospice care and dying with dignity. While I’m generally on the ball when it comes to things like having a living will, power of attorney, etc, I’ve begun thinking of things in a more concrete rather than abstract way. Maybe I won’t need to for decades, but I think it’s good to start considering things even now.

I have several personal stories to share. The first is about my grandpa, who died in Feb 2007. My grandpa retired in the 90s, not long before the OJ Simpson trial began. It was during the OJ Simpson trial that we noticed something was wrong. My grandpa was a generally vivacious, outgoing, social person, but all of a sudden, he was sitting in front of court TV all day long. The first signs were subtle and probably not something I can really quantify here. Long story short, over the next 12 years, his condition continued to deteriorate. He was diagnosed with Parkinson’s and dementia and other issues. Some days he was coherent and seemed normal. Other times he was paranoid, confused, and/or unable to use the bathroom alone. In the last few years of his life, I never saw him able to interact with people, though I know there were days when he was lucid and able to communicate. By the time the doctors figured out that his problems were actually caused by a severe build-up of fluid on his brain-stem, it was too late to do much about it.

I mention this story for several reasons. My grandpa lived at home for nearly all the time his health failed. My wheelchair-bound grandma, several aunts, and a cousin helped to care for him all those years. At one point, after a surgery, he lived in a rehab center to try to recover. Apparently, his health faded fast while there. It wasn’t long before they decided to move him home against medical advice, where he recovered better and regained a bit of himself for awhile. By the time he was allowed hospice care, his bedroom and bathroom were basically converted into hospital room, to better care for him. The family all got to come by and say goodbye in those last days. I wasn’t there when he died, but those living with him and caring for him were, and at the end, he opened his eyes and was lucid for the first time in days, long enough to tell them goodbye and to tell my grandma he loved her.

As I read Being Mortal, and Gawande discussed various people’s lives and deaths, I was struck by how different my grandpa’s story is. How rare it is that there are family members willing to all work together to take care of a terminally ill person. How rare it is that a dying person isn’t put into a hospital or home so that they can hold onto life as long as possible with every medical treatment available. This is a story that feels out of time for me, and in the few other deaths I’ve seen, it’s not one I’ve seen repeated. Even the other hospice care stories I know involve hospice in a hospital bed.

The other story is shorter, and involves perspective rather than death. There’s a section of this book that discusses human priorities as a shifting array based on how close we perceive time lost. After a near-death accident, during a major health scare, when we grow older and frailer, our priorities shift from expanding outwards (making new contacts, creating things, putting ourselves out in the world) to inwards (spending time with the friends and family closest to us, deepening relationships). While this is only a theory, it feels right to me, and not just from the viewpoint of death. When my family was falling apart last year, I wanted to spend every waking moment with them. Going on a vacation without them was unfathomable. When things have been in happy good times, I’ve enjoyed those times with family too, but I’ve also wanted to seek out new experiences, create new novels, learn new things. All of that went to the wayside when I thought I had no time left – even if that “no time left” had nothing to do with death.

This was an excellent book, and I learned a lot. Thank you, Bryan, for recommending it.

Performance: This audiobook was read by Robert Petkoff. I have nothing in particular to note. It was very well done.

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Top Ten Nonbook Sites (and Apps)

I love today’s topic! I’ve been very book-focused here lately, so it feels nice to take a little break from that and think about the not-bookish things in my life. I’m including apps here as well as sites, because some of them are my favorites even if they are just on my phone. In no particular order:

miitomo1. Miitomo (app): This is a silly little social media app where you take your Mii (from the Wii, or you can create your own on the app) and interact with friends. You answer questions, see your friends’ answers, earn coins and tickets, buy new outfits, take silly Mii-selfies, etc. It’s completely ridiculous, but I love it so much.

2. Chaos Life: K and Stiffler have an online comic called Find Chaos. I don’t read it, but I do read their personal life in comic form, Chaos Life. They’re a queer couple, and Stiffler is agender (like me), so it’s particularly close to my heart.

3. Yoga With Adriene: She is the best. That’s all there is to it.

4. IMDB: Boring, I know, but I use this site/app all the time.

5. Instagram (app): Another typical entry, but again, this is one of my favorite social medias, so here it is.

6. Birthmarkings: This website and documentary helped to really begin my journal toward loving my own body. I highly recommend it, especially for mothers out there whose bodies were broken up by pregnancy.

01 Strong7. Girls Gone Strong: The women who run this site are amazingly knowledgeable and inspirational.

8. Day One (app): Technically, I think this is supposed to be a daily journal. I use it as a wine journal, though, tracking what I’ve tried and what I’ve liked, all cross-tagged so I can make more informed decisions each time I want to get a bottle or glass.

9. Anxiety: I guess technically this is a Tumblr post, not really a website. However, I bookmark this particular animated gif as a way of calming my brain and body when I’m feeling particularly anxious. It really works well.

10. Brittany, Herself: I just love Brittany Gibbons. That’s all.

Do you know any of these? Which are your favorites?

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A Kiss at Midnight, by Eloisa James

kiss-midnight_350After seven years of virtual servitude at the hands of her callous stepmother, Kate once more has her wants overruled. Her stepsister is injured and thus cannot go with her fiance to meet the prince and gain approval for the upcoming wedding. Kate must pretend to be her sister, and expects this time in the castle to be tedious and humiliating. She doesn’t expect to fall for an unruly, betrothed prince who has some major desires of his own.

Yes, this is a semi-historical, non-magic, romance version of Cinderella, and you know what? I loved every second of it.

I’m not a romance reader. I love love-stories, but have never gotten along with romances, because my limited exposure in the past had led me to believe that romance novels = underdeveloped characters and love-stories interrupted by bad euphemisms and totally unsexy sex. Of course, this is literally the third published romance novel that I’ve ever read, so perhaps I’ve just not been exposed to the right kind, or to the kind I would personally appreciate. Because A Kiss at Midnight was not a badly written, undeveloped-charactered, unsexy kind of love story. It was fantastically written, with wonderful characters (if a bit unrealistic in places – it is a fairy tale, after all!), a fun love story, and very sexy sex without all the horribly embarrassing (and buzz-killing) euphemisms so common in romance novels.

Favorite part? The women. Kate is strong and headstrong and totally her own person, embracing her sensuality and choices in life, while at the same time needing a bit of her own coming of age story. Her godmother, Henry, is the sort of woman I wish I’d had to look up to when I was young. Even the women who looked sweet and flavorless at first glance, like Kate’s stepsister Victoria, ended up with stronger personalities than I expected.

Was it predictable? Of course. It’s Cinderella! It’s supposed to be. Was there a happy ending? Do you really have to ask? Was there lots of sexy sex? Well…yes, though not as much as other romance novels I’ve read. They don’t just dive in. There’s lots of great lead-up over a huge chunk of the novel, making everything a bit more natural, and beyond that, all the desire and near-kisses and sundry bits are just as sexy in the lead-up. And hey, guess what? The prince wasn’t a total cad! He sure makes some mistakes, but Kate is more than capable of putting him in his place, and the balance between the two of them was fantastic.

So apparently, I found a romance novel that I liked, and I’m looking forward to reading more from this author at some point. She has an entire series of retold fairy tales…

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