Alias Grace Review

Although Atwood is one of my favorite authors, this book really didn’t grab me. Considering the undertaking I think she did a fantastic job. But the “secret” that the whole book revolves around was too easily figured out and surprisingly unresolved (that or ridiculously resolved, it was a little vague). It felt unnecessarily long, and I also found myself not as enamored with her writing as I usually am. I usually can’t read Atwood without a pen in hand, but I only marked one part in this whole book.

Life with the telepathically challanged

My son, Vincent, is almost a year and half–a very fun age. He has come to realize, despite our greatest attempts to hide it from him, that his parents aren’t perfect. He has learned that we are not telepathic. Despite the great disappointment that I”m sure this was to him, he is learning to communicate. It is one of my greatest joys in life to watch him figure out how to tell me what he is thinking. A couple of months ago Ian was working late and I was trying to put Vincent to bed. He kept fussing and whining and just wouldn’t go to sleep. I was really starting to lose my patience when he sat up in bed put his hands up in that common questioning gesture, shook his head and said, “Dada, Dada?”

I thought my heart was going to melt. I told him that Daddy was at work and that he would be home later. He lay back down but still was restless. About ten minutes later he sat up and asked again. I decided to call Ian and see if that helped. I told Ian the situation and handed Vincent the phone. He sighed, a far-to-adult sigh, took the phone, and placed it against his ear. Ian told him(Vincent) that he(Ian) would come home as soon as he(Vincent) was asleep and that he loved him. Vincent sighed again, handed back the phone, and went right to sleep.

Yesterday we were at my parents house and Vincent wanted to get up on a stool. He got frustrated by not being able to do it on his own and started whining at me for help. I knew he didn’t know the right words, but I try to encourage him to find ways to communicate, so I said, “Don’t whine, tell me what you want and I’ll help you. He thought for a second, then with one hand he pointed at his bottom and with the other he patted the seat of the stool. I was so proud of him.