Today the stars tell me my mind is focussed inward on personal issues and the temper tantrum my inner child is throwing. Yesterday they told me I wanted to chuck my work out the window and go somewhere to party my brains out. The stars have lost their collective mind. Who is writing this stuff?
An even better question – why am I reading it? Because I am ever optimistically hopeful that one day my horoscope will tell me to do some insane thing that will change my life. That’s why. Not that my life is so bad or anything, it’s just that change is good. Sometimes you need a little push in the right direction.
This simple story, beautifully told, is about love and family and being human. Robots, space travel, birth and death. Relationships, genius, secrets, murder, motherhood, marriage. Autism. Being bald. Impossible to put a label on it, or restrict it to one genre. The characters are uniquely strange and lovable. It’s altogether brilliant. I didn’t want it to end.
And yes, if you really need to know, I DID have brownies with my coffee for breakfast this morning. Really, I had very little choice. The stupid things were just sitting there on top of the microwave in their little brown two-bite bag taunting me and it was the only way I could think of to stop them. And also the only logical way to stop my inner childs tantrum from escalating. It all worked out well. They were delicious. They’re gone and can no longer tempt me.
All of lifes little problems should be so easily solved.