Book Review.

I re- read Saving Francesca tonight. I like the style of that book, the chatty, day to day happenings of it and the way they add up to a journey.
I've only come across that -style in young adult novels and the heroine, who I always like, is almost always 17.
In Saving Francesca, I'm also interested in Mia, Francesca's mother, who runs everybody's life and has an exciting career until she goes to bed and stays there for 3 months due to depression. the book is abo about her, even though we really only see her true self through the memories and angsting of her daughter.
After reading it I was thinking (I thought the same thing last time l read it) about the lack of similar novels in a similar style about grown 'ups and their periods of self-development.
For instance, I thought about myself as a subject (Surprise. Surprise) about the 19 year old me with a baby and domestic bliss developing into the person who eventually told MTB to fuck off.
Of course the sequel shouldnt be written, because I haven't turned into the highly successful Mia of the novel I have just read, and I should have.

Max is Gone!!

I got a phone call this afternoon, asking if I'd taken the cat away for the day..

The kids saw him this morning, in T's room. Then they went out and then came home again.

We've carried food around the house hoping he'd smell it. We've looked in all the cupboards and common sleeping spots - he's not inside the house.

I've knocked on the doors of the immediate neighbors and I've just gotten back from putting up notices around the neighborhood - I figured it was better to get the word out sooner than later.

He _is_ microchipped and tattoo'ed, but that's not much use unless someone calls the council or the local vet.