|Utter crap at the moment, actually. My latest trip to the library yielded, among other things, "How to Fit a Car Seat on a Camel: And Other Misadventures Traveling with Kids", edited by Sarah Franklin. I grabbed it based on it's title and jaunty jacket description. Plus, there's a camel on the cover, and who doesn't love camels? It purports to be the type of book that we (hey! I have kids! and I've travelled with them!) can all relate to, an amusing collection of stories by diverse women authors, all of whom seem to be from the Left Coast. Or Chicago.|
Yea, well. If you are the type of person who names your kid "Vesperene", thinks nothing of taking an un-immunized toddler to Ecuador, and is made uncomfortable by "Abortion Stops a Beating Heart" bumper sticker (what?it doesn't?) then this book is for you! Pardon my provinciality, but my idea of a funny traveling-with-kids story does not involve trying to figure out how to breast feed a three month old and pilot a single engine plane at the same time. This is not so much a collection designed to make you laugh as it is to demonstrate the clear superiority of "unconventional" mothers who are confident that if you feed your two year old brie and shellfish, they will not fall prey to the evils of the corporate McNugget.
So, basically, I stopped reading it because Nancy Pelosi is already killing my blood pressure. I may go back and finish it if I get desperate enough, since it's pretty unusual for me to not finish a book I've started (hick though I may be).
Free advice, unrelated to the above topic: Take care of what you have been given.