Before reading this book I declared myself childfree years ago. I was curious about it though, this book, as I have not encountered many books on theBefore reading this book I declared myself childfree years ago. I was curious about it though, this book, as I have not encountered many books on the topic. It was a light read. Mostly essays and such from parents and non-parents alike.
Many things were brought up. From the "selfishness" of choosing a childfree lifestyle, overpopulation/overcrowding, preferring to bear your own children over adopting (to each their own but it enrages me when people justify not adopting by, more or less, comparing adoptable children to used goods), how women bear the brunt of the pressure to have children more so than men, and social/culture views. It was interesting and enlightening.
I'll admit I use to be incredibly abrasive on this subject. Immediately after my husband and I were married, the first question I was asked by numerous people was when, not if, we were going to have children. When I said never the reactions varied. Some people were respectful if not encouraging, some were shocked and perplexed and presumed I hated children (not the biggest fan of kids but no, I do not hate them. Adults tend to be more insufferable than kids), and a few were downright offended. What it boils down to is this: my life, my choice. What may work for you, may not work for me and vica versa. I don't care if you want ten kids, or one, or none.
My childhood generally sucked. It had its good moments but I was a very depressed, troubled girl who grew up to be a woman who has major anxiety issues. And my younger years has put a negative spin on the motherhood prospect for me, but it isn't the sole reason I chose to not become a parent. Don't get me wrong, my parents are wonderful people, but mental illness tends to ruin many things. Anyway, I do have my own family. Husband and I have one another and our cat children. Yes. Cats are my children. The so called "maternal instincts" I may have I put forth towards my furry brood, and we are one big happy family.
So in a nutshell this book was a pleasant read. No negative attitudes towards parents or children. Just an encouraging read that it IS ok to not have kids. There is nothing wrong with having kids or not having kids. What is wrong is having kids because "we're supposed to." Have them because you want to. Or do what I do, rescue your kids off the mean streets and get them sterilised so they do not make you a grandparent. ...more
I've enjoyed other works by this author, but this was just...ehhh. I typically don't get into military romances or when the leading lady of the storyI've enjoyed other works by this author, but this was just...ehhh. I typically don't get into military romances or when the leading lady of the story is pregnant. But if the story is good enough it doesn't phase me. Unfortunately, Distinguished Service lacked everything. The romance had the same quality of a one night stand, the deceased brother back story and awkwardness with Mace's family (okay, I felt uncomfortable for Geneva. Gramps hitting on you? No thanks.) made the story a touch uncomfortable, and Geneva's father of her unborn child came off as pathetic and annoying. But I guess that is to be expected of the "baby daddy."
I was hoping for another 'Restless', which made me an instant fan of Carrington. I also highly recommend it, excellent story with just the right amount of tension, passion, and far from wishy washy.
Anyway, after finishing the first story, I lacked the desire to go beyond the first few chapters of the next story. I have not lost faith in Carrington, every author has a dud, but this one was disappointing. ...more