A few weeks ago while my wife was busy shopping, I slipped away and made my way to the book store. I’m not the biggest fan of shopping malls these days. I found a great way to pass time though i.e. while my wife does her thing I go to the book store and catch up on whats new in the literary world. I never intended on buying anything until I came across this book pictured below. The cover looked so interesting and immediately drew my attention. 5 minutes later the cashier gave me a bag with the book inside.
The story begins with Rose, a 105 year old Armenian woman who takes us on a journey through 20th century Europe. From a very young age Rose endures some of the most extreme hardships that you could ever imagine. It becomes clear early in the book that she’s definitely a survivor. Rose has an immense love and lust for life as well as great love for cooking. It is her love and knowledge of food that would change her life forever.
Early on in the book it becomes evident that the author has done a great deal of research on 20th century history. The story flows smoothly and reads beautifully. Every page makes you want more and more. The one thing this book is not, is boring. I think this is why I enjoyed reading Himmler’s Cook so much, I was never bored and the book doesn’t have a shitty ending. The story never remained stagnant at any point. I would give the book 4\5 stars.
I know it’s been ages since my last post. But that’s just it, that’s exactly why I haven’t posted anything new. Sleep wins every time when I have the choice between taking out the laptop or catch up on some much needed sleep now with the little one back at home. So here’s my update to the “Worst night of my life”
It is almost a week since my son was finally discharged from the hospitals neonatal ICU. They had to keep him there due to an infection they picked up in his blood tests. Last week Tuesday I phoned early in the morning to find out how he’s doing and the nurse told me that the doctor has discharged him. Music to our ears. I immediately phoned my wife and gave her the good news. Within two minutes I left work and rushed home to pickup my wife who was waiting anxiously for me. What an amazing feeling knowing that it was going to be our last time walking down that long dark passage that led to the ICU unit. We never could wait to get to those doors just so that we can see him again, and the horror of having to leave him there every night. It was officially the longest week of my life.
I can gladly say that tomorrow will be a week that he’s been home and keeping us up every night. But I don’t care, as long as he’s not I’ll or in any kind of pain. Every time I wake up during the night or the early hours of the morning to help my wife with him, I do it with a smile on my face and have the longest conversations with him, just thankful that he’s there and that I can hold him in my arms and tell him how much I love him.