I made the comment to a friend the other day that, whilst I have always been an avid and voracious reader, that since having husband, children, dogs and a home to care for, as well as an addiction to the internet and Masterchef, that I have no time to read anymore.
By the time I do crawl into bed, I am just too bloody tired to read.
I look, longingly, at the toppling tower of books on my bedside table, and wish for days, alone, in bed, to just read.
When my husband does the dishes, he wants sex. When he leaves me alone with a book and breakfast in bed for the morning, he may just get some...
The books that I do manage to get around to reading are those written by people I "know" via blogging and Twitter. (All you "emerging writers" out there - I am a your publicists dream - if I like your blog and we chat on Twitter, you can guarantee that I will be the first to click on through to Booktopia and actually buy your book with my hard worked credit card.)
And so when I saw that Kerri Sackville had her book published, I was first in line. Kerri and I had exchanged Tweets as soon as I knew the title of the book, along the lines of "Cannot wait for to get my hands on your book - I am going to poke my lovely husband in the back with it..."
The book "When my husband does the dishes..." was published months ago, and I bought the book months ago, and it has taken me months to read it. But, I should tell you, it schmoozed to the top of the ever increasing pile pretty quickly.
It's theme is appealing - musings of motherhood. And funny ones at that.
The circumstances are obviously individual to Kerri herself, but the beauty of the book is that the observations ring true for every mother I know. And it has lists. I love lists. And these are cool and amusing lists.
I found myself nodding and giggling at every chapter. I made the bed shake with laughter on a number of occasions, to the point that my lovely husband was reading snippets over my shoulder.
Each chapter leads beautifully into the next and each segue and each fresh title brought a knowing smile to my face.
The humour and the pragmatism and the wit roll of each page in hilarious way, but more than that: I found the self depreciation, the sense of exhaustion and the exasperation that skips off each page hugely engaging and comforting.
Kerri, quite simply, has the ability to touch on all the funny similarities that all mothers have, and then to articulate these nuances in a spirited way that makes it a relief to relate to.
I swear, Kerri is has been a fly on the wall in our house as I try and get ready for a night out with my lovely husband. And she must have the secret cameras out when I am trying to find something to wear. She certainly knows the inside of my handbag. And she has the same fantasy daydreams. She echos my world perfectly.
When I asked Kerri if she'd like me to review her book, we also managed to score a couple of signed copies to give away to my readers...
To be in the running to score a signed copy of Kerri's book, all you need to do is:
- Make sure you are following my blog
- Leave me a comment, telling me what your husband needs to do to get you in the mood...
Open to anyone in the whole wide world.
I will draw a winner at random and announce it next Monday 18th July.
PS I was not compensated for this post in any way.