(Kikay Mom Note: This is yet again one of the posts from my former blog which I just couldn't bear not to republish. I read this book about a year ago, when I was considerably less confident of my ability to keep up with an active toddler while being a newly-singled mom. You can also read Stephen Gallup's guest post by clicking here.)
With free time at a premium, I have been very selective about what I have been reading lately. Reading Stephen Gallup’s memoir took me about a day, in between attending to the Wonder Boy. Now that I have read it twice, I can say that it was free time well-spent.
With free time at a premium, I have been very selective about what I have been reading lately. Reading Stephen Gallup’s memoir took me about a day, in between attending to the Wonder Boy. Now that I have read it twice, I can say that it was free time well-spent.
A few minutes after I had picked up
my copy of the book at the Post Office, I read a few pages while sitting in the
backseat of the car. The first few pages telling of Joseph’s difficult
birth had me instantly hooked, and I could hardly wait for my Wonder Boy to settle down
for the night so I could continue reading. I read the rest of the book straight
until the wee hours of the morning, and it left me so affected that I felt I
had to let a few weeks pass before writing a review.
