I love to read. I’ll read just about any kind of book except war stuff and bodice rippers. I’m also very curious. Some people might say nosey. But I’ll stick with curious. I like to learn new things and find out about the world. It’s healthy, don’t you think? When someone wants to tell me about themselves or their lives, I’ll listen. Even though I think most of the human race are idiots, that doesn’t make them uninteresting.
One human who I don’t think is an idiot, I think she’s brilliant, has not only offered to tell me (and the rest of you) all about herself, but she conveniently WROTE IT ALL DOWN in the most delightful, sometimes sad, always fascinating book!D.J. (Denyse) Kirkby
had a most interesting child and early-adulthood. Her book, From Zaftig to Aspie
, reminds me of an Advent calendar. Each chapter is like opening up one of those little doors on the calendar that reveal a treasure. She grew up in a time where free-love and hippies were the norm. She had opportunities to do things that staid city kids never did - happy, delightful things. She also grew up in a time where certain things were not discussed or brought to light – sad, dreadful things. Denyse doesn’t flinch when describing unpleasantness nor does she skimp when telling of the joy in her growing-up. She writes boldly and honestly. Her book is a fascinating delight to read. I cried when she found out why she was “different” from others for all of her life because even though I know that D.J. has Asperger’s Syndrome, I felt her relief in finding out the reason for her “difference.”
D.J. is working on several more books. I know I’ll read ‘em all. Currently, I’m awaiting the arrival of her fiancés (Christopher I. King) book – Motorbikes, Ducks and Crispy Sweet Apples
. Anyone who reads “Chopper’s”
blog will know that the book is going to be wickedly funny. I don’t think he could help being any other way.
So, with the economy the way it is, buy D.J.’s book (and Chopper’s) they are investments in your intelligence and well-being. Seriously. You won’t be sorry.
To order - Motorbikes, Ducks and Crispy Sweet Apples