In March, I finally finished Cal Newport’s So Good They Can’t Ignore You. I am a big Cal fan, so I was really excited for this one. Unfortunately, I don’t think it was my favorite. It was okay- and I think the big, general takeaways have stuck with me. It definitely made me think differently and question the idea of “following your passion” in order to be happy with our work life (or not- he actually argues we should not worry about doing this- it’s basically the whole premise of the book).
But there was something about the writing style in this one that I found a bit hard to follow. It was like…wordy? In a kind of weird way? It’s hard to explain. Almost like the sentences were longer or contained extra words just for the sake of including extra words. I don’t remember thinking this about Deep Work or Digital Minimalism. It distracted me some from the greater message, though, and I sometimes had to really slow down or re-read parts.
Who knows. I think it was one of his earlier books, so maybe his writing style was still evolving.
I also finished American Dirt, which I did really enjoy! (Keeping fully in mind that it was definitely FICTION, lest anyone think that it was a true, accurate portrayal of life in Mexico and all illegal border crossing, migrant and/or drug cartel experiences. Because, I assure you, NO.) Ivan and I had a pretty great and entertaining discussion about it all on the plane home after I finished it and was telling him about it. 😉
Afterwards, I looked up more about the controversy debate surrounding it (which I had purposefully avoided prior to picking it up- I just wanted to read it, without a bunch of influences in my head). Basically, I felt exhausted after reading just 5 minutes of hot-headed articles and comments, so I just decided to stop thinking about it. In my mind, the book was a thrilling work of fiction with a very captivating writing style that I enjoyed reading. Enough said. 🙂
We also read Where is the Colosseum, Where is the Vatican, Who was Julius Caesar, and Who is Pope Francis? in March. All great! I love the simple yet informative style of those “who was” series books. Even my parents read several on the train to Dublin! Great for any age.
Now that we’re home, I have started a couple new books with the boys. I REALLY REALLY want to keep reading to them/ with them while they will still let me and seem to enjoy it!!! I seriously feel like this can and will drop off at any moment…. but for now, they both still seem to enjoy laying on their bed or my bed and reading together. We have not done that much of it lately, but if I suggest it, they are always game. It obviously helps a lot if we have a book going, because then we all get into it and want to keep reading.
With Ethan, I started this book the other night while Asher was…showering, I think:
It’s a hard cover with short stories about all of the famous classical musicians. Just a few pages about each one, but very interesting. I’m loving it, too, since I know all these guys from my piano playing and orchestra days.
It usually lists several of each composer’s most famous works, so we have been pulling them up on You Tube and listening to them together. It’s been really nice.
With Asher, I started this book last night:
It’s about a memoir by astronaut Scott Kelly, who spent a year at the International Space Station. We’ve only read one chapter so far, but Asher already said, “Wow, this is really good!” My initial impression is that this Scott Kelly is not your average character! Yikes. Even as a kid he was always majorly pushing the envelope, a huge daredevil, fearless. As I was reading some of the insane things he did as a kid, I kept saying, “Okay, but that was clearly a bad idea. You see that, right??” 😆 Lucky the guy lived to make it to space!
I am grateful for it staying light out until later in the evenings now!! Asher in particular has a really busy schedule right now, but I think the bright evenings have made it so MUCH easier. He has seemed totally fine and energetic going from one place to the next, no issues, whereas I think if it were dark December, it might be a different story.