I have two books on my nightstand right now: Fifty Shades of Grey and Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother. I go back and forth between reading about an overbearing Chinese Yale professor raising her two daughters to be concert violin and piano players, and a virgin college student who gets swept off her feet by a rich handsome man who quite enjoys S&M.
Why the contradiction in reading material, you may ask? Well, I have always wanted to read the Tiger Mother book and when I was in our new local bookstore I saw it displayed. The Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mom is interesting to me as Chris and I struggle with trying to figure out how much to discipline and push our children to be successful, and when to back off and let them be kids. Believe me, we definitely lean toward the latter, but we care very much about our kids reaching their full potential, which does require parental motivation.
I have been listening to the murmurings about Fifty Shades of Grey for months now. Usually I would just roll my eyes and continue to read the Pope Joan book I have picked up as inspiration and preparation for our trip to Rome this month. Then I had a very interesting discussion with a friend who told me to “put down Pope Joan and get myself Fifty Shades of Grey right now!” She told me stories of how the book had saved her marriage and put the fire back into her relationship. Well, now I was too curious and I needed to read it to see what was in this spicy novel that was leaving housewives around the world all hot and bothered.
Not being far enough into either book, I will have to provide a book review of each book after I have completed them both.
This much I can tell you: the Tiger Mom should pick up a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey and maybe it would help her get the stick out of her ass.
Until next time, the mothership is signing off.