Are you a neat freak?
Do you care about things being clean and tidy or no? I think some semblance of things being at least sort of clean and intheir place (or at least stashed in a closet and out of sight) makes all of us breathe a little easier.
Every household has their own unique situation and cleaning challenges. We have a cat and a dog that spend the majority of time indoors, so the hair is a constant battle. But to be fair, my hair is long and it’s swept in to the dust pan as much as the pet hair.
Life is nasty and human beings are constant shedders of skin, dirt, and of course, hair. Cleanliness is a battle and I am always fighting. Whether I win or make headway is another story.
I was sent Pretend I’m Dead by Jennifer Bergen over a year ago and then Vacuum in the Dark at the beginning of the summer. I’ve yet to read either, but I’m hearing a lot of good things about them. Below are both synopsis’ from Amazon.
Pretend I’m Dead:
• Jen Beagin’s funny, moving, fearless debut novel introduces an unforgettable character, Mona—almost twenty-four, emotionally adrift, and cleaning houses to get by. Handing out clean needles to drug addicts, she falls for a recipient she calls Mr. Disgusting, who proceeds to break her heart in unimaginable ways.
Seeking a kind of healing, she decamps to Taos, New Mexico, for a fresh start, where she finds a community of seekers and cast-offs, all of whom have one or two things to teach her—the pajama-wearing, blissed-out New Agers, the slightly creepy client with peculiar tastes in controlled substances, the psychic who might really be psychic. But always lurking just beneath the surface are her memories of growing up in a chaotic, destructive family from which she’s trying to disentangle herself, and the larger legacy of the past she left behind •
Vacuum in the Dark:
• Mona is twenty-six and cleans houses for a living in Taos, New Mexico. She moved there mostly because of a bad boyfriend—a junkie named Mr. Disgusting, long story—and her efforts to restart her life since haven’t exactly gone as planned. For one thing, she’s got another bad boyfriend. This one she calls Dark, and he happens to be married to one of Mona’s clients. He also might be a little unstable.
Dark and his wife aren’t the only complicated clients on Mona’s roster, either. There’s also the Hungarian artist couple who—with her addiction to painkillers and his lingering stares—reminds Mona of troubling aspects of her childhood, and some of the underlying reasons her life had to be restarted in the first place. As she tries to get over the heartache of her affair and the older pains of her youth, Mona winds up on an eccentric, moving journey of self-discovery that takes her back to her beginnings where she attempts to unlock the key to having a sense of home in the future •
These books sound quirky and a little strange, but sometimes that’s exactly what suits my mood. Especially on a Monday.
Happy Monday, Bookworms.
“Each book was a world unto itself, and in it I took refuge.” – Alberto Manguel
PS. This post is dedicated to my dear friend Julie, who is by far the most tidy and organized person that I know 🙂