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As those of you whom I’m buddies with on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram (and I’d say that’s most of you) know, I booked my “wife chop” a month after the wedding and never looked back. For the girl who used to debate piercing something whenever she was bored to keep her hair the same style and let it grow for a year and a half was almost impossible, so I was thrilllllled to finally get to make a change. Not only did I lose about 8 inches off the length, I decided it was time for a real change and became a red-head.
I quickly found out that Redheaded Brooke is considerably more gutsy than Average Brooke, as evidenced by our recent string of horror movie watching and New Year’s Eve “Walking Dead” marathon. Nobody has greeted this with more enthusiasm than my dear Yezel, who INSISTED that I buy and read the following selection.
“World War Z”- Max Brooks
Plot Summary (From Amazon): The Zombie War came unthinkably close to eradicating humanity. Max Brooks, driven by the urgency of preserving the acid-etched first-hand experiences of the survivors from those apocalyptic years, traveled across the United States of America and throughout the world, from decimated cities that once teemed with upwards of thirty million souls to the most remote and inhospitable areas of the planet. He recorded the testimony of men, women, and sometimes children who came face-to-face with the living, or at least the undead, hell of that dreadful time. World War Z is the result. Never before have we had access to a document that so powerfully conveys the depth of fear and horror, and also the ineradicable spirit of resistance, that gripped human society through the plague years.
Let me say right off the bat I LOVED this book. I know it’s not new, and those of you who have already read it are giving me a big “UH DOY.” Max Brooks (Son of Mel, which automatically scores him some points in my book) has written a book that is massive in scope and thinks of positively everything.
Told as a collection of first-hand accounts of the Zombie plague and eventual war to reclaim the planet, Brooks manages to travel the globe and explore myriad viewpoints in humanity’s fight to save itself. He alludes to the government minimalizing the threat, the insidious way the infection spread from nation to nation before being identified, and the mind-blowing terror when the average citizen realized that the dead were really reanimating. It addresses how to fight a war when the usual tactics fail, when your opponent doesn’t tire and when your own forces are being killed and joining the enemy horde.
But it’s not just gore and hopelessness and technical mumbo-jumbo… Among the stories are those (cheese alert!) vignettes of the power of the human spirit. There’s the supply pilot who crashes her plane in the everglades and is talked through her ordeal by a civilian “skywatcher.” There’s the soldier who bonded so deeply with his canine partner that he can easily imagine laying down his life for her. There’s the remarkable tale of how castles in Europe came into service again for defense, and how the Queen remained in residence with her subjects until the end of the battle, rather than fleeing with the rest of the royalty.
This is the type of story that you have to be careful not to read before bed, because it will simply set your brain spinning with what-if’s and strategies and mental images too vivid to let you rest. (Yes. I have in fact thought of our zombie-defense strategy, thank you for asking.) If you haven’t yet read this book, definitely do so. If you’ve found yourself sucked into even one episode of “The Walking Dead,” get thee to a bookshop/Amazon/nunnery and read this book. I tore through it like a zombie through a … well, a fleshy body part. Let’s go with that.
(image courtesy of Wikipedia)
January is typically the busiest time of year in the pharmacy world, as many health plans undergo changes that take effect on the first of the year. It seems that this year is even more hectic than most, and that plus a million other factors has contributed to my “non-resolution” in a previous post. If I have some time to write each day, it’s working on the novella the honeymoon story has become. (Seriously, who knew? And if it’s become horribly boring, you have my full permission to tell me to cease and desist.)
I HAVE been doing a lot of reading, however- not only of George R. R. Martin’s epic fantasy but of all of my favorite blogs, plus a few new ones. If you’ve noticed, my blogroll has gained a new category devoted solely to book blogs. These varied and wonderful bloggers (I’m as eclectic in my online reading as in my book choices) are a fabulous source of information and will probably make me a little bit poorer each month with their excellent recommendations. Raych at Books I Done Read and the fabulous ladies at Forever Young Adult (Twilight drinking games and champagne reviews, anyone?) are most likely to make me cry-laff each day, while Angela at Bookish and Kit at Books are my Boyfriends keep me intellectual. I highly recommend you check them out. For all of the talk of books that I do over here, it’s a pretty big DUH that I didn’t find myself gravitating to the book bloggers sooner.
Otherwise, I’ve been keeping myself amused by watching Downton Abbey (Side Note: Ok Universe? I AM SO MAD THAT YOU DIDN’T TELL ME ABOUT THIS RIGHT AWAY. Because I am madly in love with everything about it. The cast, the plot, the dry wit and the clooooooothes, omg… If Matthew Crawley would be into some polygamy, I’d gladly invite he and Mr Bates to come live with Army Boy and I, that’s all I’m saying) and The Walking Dead. The latter is as much a shock to me as it is to everyone who knows me, as I’ve made no secret of documenting what a huge wuss I am. There’s something totally compelling it that makes me able to overlook the horror aspect and stick to the narrative as a whole.
So, there’s all that. Between the job, the job search, and the overwhelming desire to take the winter and hibernate, I’m around. Just not quite as talkative right now.
I was all ready to return from our honeymoon and launch into the requisite round of “recap” posts, even though I have no doubt that everyone is HEARTILY sick of wedding posts by now.
What I didn’t plan for was the absolutely soul-sucking exhaustion that follows the wedding and the honeymoon travelling, plus added lack of sleep from doctor’s visits due to my overwhelming klutzitude and the JET LAG OMG. As much as I am positively aching to go back to Ireland RIGHT THIS SECOND, I am totally going to research jet lag prevention. I need some solutions, other than, say, sleeping. Because we all know that I’m far too control-freak/anxiety-prone for THAT to happen.
(For the record, I did sleep! In my first moving conveyance EVER! Unfortunately, I was then awakened by bone-rattling turbulence that gave me “Castaway” style terror and was unable to get back to the blissful slumber that Army Boy was enjoying. Jerk.)(Look, we really are married, I am calling him “jerk” now.)(KIDDING.)
There is just so much to come back to following a wedding…*insert moaning about first world problems here* Plus our fun of combining name-changing errands with dr appts and returning to work, and a little more travelling for me this weekend.
All of this was to say that yes, I am figuring out a coherent way to share with you the sheer massiveness of the last three weeks. I am formulating and organizing and remembering what I deliberately kept from you on the pretext of being tricksy and not spoiling all of my secrets to those amazing friends who read the blog and were present at the big day. (Roomie, Angela and Danielle- I’m lookin’ at you.)
Even more than all that, I’m still figuring out what changed for us that day, as individuals and as a couple. Once the dust settles and the big event is over, are there changes? I don’t know if I didn’t expect there to be, since we were already co-owners of a home and “parents” to Wesley. In both of our minds, we were hardcore committed to each other the day that we signed our mortgage. Somehow, though, marriage is new. Having a husband, and being a wife… even in the first weeks, it’s meant giving up some control (OMG SO HARD) and realizing that even if I’m wearing a giant ugly walking boot on our honeymoon, he’s not going anywhere. In short? It’s awesome.
This weekend, we’re going to finally sit down and go through our honeymoon photos, start on our thank-you notes, get some SLEEP, and I’ll begin in earnest to write everything down. Both for all of you, and for Army Boy and I.
PS- You were all so lovely about the wedding photos, I decided to be
a vain bitch thoughful and link to our photographer’s preview blog. In case you wanted to see a couple more, yanno. (And yes, I AM playing Angry Birds, reading “The Help” and drinking Smirnoff Ice in the third photo down. Because we kept it Classy.)