Eclectic reading spawns strange musings

I’ve read two interesting books this week that have me pondering the amazing workings of our brains. One book was “The Woman Who Can’t Forget,” an autobiography of a woman who remembers every single day of her life since she was 14, and much of her life before that. She is unable to forget, and her mind replays days like a movie where she relives the emotions of those moments (for better or worse) with all the intensity she felt the first time. She is, of course, the subject of memory research–but I never realized what a gift the ability to forget, or to modify our memory can be! I think about how quickly I forgot the pain of childbirth. My other book is “Breaking Dawn”, the last of the Stephanie Meyer vampire romance series. This will be heresy to fans, but I didn’t read the previous books. I tried “Twilight”, but was having too many uncomfortable memories of high school and the difficulties of trying to fit in (see the link between Book 1 and Book 2 in this musing?) so I gave up. I only started reading “Breaking Dawn” because a vampire baby was being born and I just had to find out what Ms Meyer envisioned as the way to nurture a tiny blood-sucking creature. Some of you know I’m obsessed with breastfeeding:(. I won’t reveal any details here for those who have not yet read the series, but I am continually amazed (impressed, and perhaps jealous) at the scope of imagination that exists out there. I’m contemplating what “the confessions of a vampire mother” will look like when I submit them for a future edition of get born magazine. Or some of you “Twihards” out there can beat me to the punch and submit your own list…

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