Books I Read is a monthly review of, uh, books I read that month. I guess it didn’t need explanation.
Half Baked by Alexa Stevenson

Half Baked (The Story of My Nerves, My Newborn, and How We Both Learned To Breathe) is a memoir about the trials and tribulations regarding Alexa Stevenson’s fertility. Stevenson, a young, midwestern, female, Woody Allen type (neurosis and big glasses, what else can I compare her too?) gives birth to her daughter Simone 15 weeks early, after years of trying to get pregnant. Her struggles with fertility issues, pregnancy and dealing with a helpless little infant in the NICU read as the most emotional of emotional rollercoasters. I found myself crying, laughing (a lot, actually…she is really quite amusing), and mostly nodding in agreement. I realize my situation is different than most of her readers would be, and I also realize that had Ramona and Simone been in the NICU at the same time, Stevenson probably would have scoffed at my situation (“Only 8 weeks early? Call me when you have a REAL problem.”), but this book spoke to me so much. Every emotion, preconception, and theory that Stevenson seemed to have in the NICU, I had as well. Fortunately for me, Ramona didn’t have any of the dramatic health issues that poor lil Simone did, but don’t worry, she turns out alright. I follow Alexa’s hilarious blog Flotsam, which is in and of itself worth a few hours of perusal. I’m glad I stumbled upon it AFTER Ramona was out of the hospital, and really glad this book didn’t come out until RJ was comfortably settled at home.
Deadwood by Pete Dexter

My brother loaned me this book, presumably based on my love for Lonesome Dove. It’s a fictionalized historical novel focusing mainly on Wild Bill Hickok (with other famous Westerners like Calamity Jane), set in the Dakotas. Or Wyoming or wherever. Listen, I ain’t no atlas. I don’t know how I came to love novels based in the Wild West, it’s really strange for me, actually, but this one is a winner. Lots of prostitutes, savages, weirdos, prospectors, law men, violence, cats, Chinese, syphillis, I could go on and on. Not too long, either. By no means is this anywhere near the Majesty that is Lonesome Dove, but it’s a pretty darn good read.
Sunnyside by Glen David Gold

Boooooo. I have been waiting years for this book to come out. I LOVED GDG’s first novel, Carter Beats the Devil, which was a fictionalized novelization about a magician*, but this one left me a little cold. Again, with the fictionalized historical stuff, this book focused mainly on Charlie Chaplin (who was quite the cad, btw), World War I, and the Golden Age of Hollywood. It was ok, some parts were semi interesting and I think my brother will really like it, but all in all, it was an awful lot of words that went nowhere. None of the 4 story lines effectively tied themselves together enough for my liking, and there were a lot of loose ends left, er, loose? Flapping in the breeze? I mean, whatever happened to Charlie’s mother? To the Golod’s? To Leland Duncan? To the soldiers in Russia? I NEED REAL CLOSURE!
*I admit that I am a total nerdlinger.
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