So, sleeping for ten hours seems to have made a dent in the “feeling exhausted” symptom. And not standing up keeps me from being dizzy. I may have to experiment with whether lying down on the couch make me less nauseous, but “All Girls on the Couch” times are so rare that I hate to disrupt it.
Though even as I type this, Mrs. W. has gotten on the floor. The new kitty may be in for a bit of a surprise. The other day, as the new kitty was tromping through the house taking swings at everyone and then attempting to woo the Butcher with her cuteness, he asked me “Do you think the new kitty is Nermal?”
And I laughed and said, “Probably.” On the other hand, did I tell you about the time I caught her face-down in the enchiladas, like Garfield used to get in lasagna? So, hard saying. I’ll just say that, until this cat, I had no idea “Garfield” was so realistic.
In other news, I read this thing, thanks to a link Newscoma had up at Facebook. I am going to have nightmares about that Normal Rockwell picture now. But also, can I just say that, while I already got and was mortified that we’d done the equivalent of burning down someone’s church and trying to call the smoking remains a “sculpture” in their honor, I had no idea about the rude gesture part.
I laughed. I admit. God, what a bunch of assholes we are as a species.
I also finished The Last Werewolf which I really liked. I wouldn’t say that I loved it, exactly, because I’m tired of books that seem to be setting me up for a sequel instead of just being well-crafted self-contained units without divulging ahead of time that that’s what they’re doing AND yet feeling free to not wrap up story-lines so there’s some slight cliff-hangers. But I did like it as a meditation on what it means to live in a time when it feels like we have everything figured out and, in the figuring, have discovered that it means nothing.
Tiny Cat Pants 
Glad you liked Last Werewolf, sorry you didn’t love it. I was so bereft by the loss of Jacob’s voice that it honestly never occurred to me that there could even BE a sequel until I re-read it (yeah, I really liked it). Then I noticed all the dangling plot threads and such. Whoops. I mean, Lula’s fine and all, but you barely know her by the end. Why would you want to read a whole second book about just her?
The thing I had liked so much was his character, and the meditation on living/not living, knowing/not knowing that he performs through the whole book. Plus, I’m always a sucker for the sexy hyper-verbal guys.
Shoot, it’s so hard to recommend books to people. Sorry if you felt like it was a time waster.
Oh, no! Not at all. I loved Jacob, too. I actually think that we have similar opinions. It’s just that, for me, the switch from Jacob’s voice to Lula’s kind of ruined the book for me. And, while I appreciated that Jacob loved her in whatever way you can love a person after a few weeks, I didn’t love her. So, the thought of losing this really vibrant voice for hers?
Bleh. It felt like a let-down. I almost wish that they’d just ended the book when his voice ended. I would have been pissed by the open ending, but it would have seemed more fitting.
So, I think we’re of similar opinions on the awesomeness of Jacob, just that the last bit wasn’t enough to ruin it for you and it did pull my opinion of the book down some.
That being said, I get into this a little bit in FLOCK about whether women can ever be effectively and surprisingly monstrous–as in monster beings–or if the cultural trope of us always kind of being mid-change lessens the impact of us changing into something. Like “Oh, I have terrible cramps. Am I menstruating or turning into a werewolf?” Right? Something is always happening. That one time we become a werewolf just isn’t as scary as it is when a man, who’s pretty assured of remaining himself, finds that he cannot.
I don’t know. I just know I’m a lot less interested in reading a story about a pregnant werewolf ingenue as I was about reading the story of a guy who had lived so long that he wanted to die until something happened to change his mind.
But I didn’t think this was a waste of time at all! And believe me, it was a welcome purgative after THE BIRTHING HOUSE.