Pigs in Heaven

To keep myself from going crazy during these days of (what can only be called) Toddler Tedium, I have returned to an early love I had as a child - and that is reading. You know, just a little bit of adult thought and conversation thrown in with the Noah's usual, "no, no, no" or grunt, whine, fuss, or the oh so treasured "mommy, mommy" and the contagious giggle of satisfaction over the littlest things. Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate staying home with Noah in ways I never imagined I would. In fact, I am midway through a list of daily treasures of Noah's antics and nuances that I will post as soon as I think I have captured his sweet little essence. But again, I just feel starved for some adult interaction and friendship and conversation, which I know is probably very normal for stay at home moms.

Anyway, all this to say, I have read almost 25 books just this year. I am in the middle of reading 3 right now. And the one I can't seem to put down (and not just because I am almost done with it) is called Pigs in Heaven by Barbara Kingsolver. Not only do I love the way she writes, the style and imagery she uses, but I just love her storytelling and the stories she weaves. This is the third book I have read of hers this year. She is now tied with my favorite author, Leif Enger - who sadly, has only written two books so far.