My friend Jen let me borrow this book and I was so excited to get started. I had heard a lot about the author's blog through the grapevine and had happened upon it a time or two. She seemed hilarious, so why wouldn't the book be the same?
Well, the book is hilarious... at times. I will say, though, the book made me extremely anxious! Like, heartbeatingfastandnowIhavetoputthebookdown anxious. It is centered around the birth of her daughter, Leta, and the depression that followed. She is completely honest about how hard she found motherhood, which in a way, was extremely refreshing to read. But I seriously found myself swearing off children because I was destined to become a nervous wreck and stay awake at night to make sure they were still breathing. (There is a 95% chance of that really happening in my future.) I wasn't sure if I was going to make it through the end of the book. And that's when I read this -
"The only problem I had with the TV being permanently tuned to the Olympics was the Bob Costas factor. Please, Bob Costas, JUST SHUT UP."
- Heather Armstrong
There is nothing I find more ridiculous than Bob Costas' remarks during any kind of sporting event, especially the Olympics. It was at this moment that I knew I would finish the book, and by God, I would love every second of it.
Overall, I did enjoy it. Some parts were hard to read and truthfully, very sad. But by the end, I was rooting for her. I wanted her to be mother of the year! And, c'mon, what is better than an underdog?
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