when i first saw this book title, i had two thoughts.
the first is obvious: is this anything like the oregon trail?
because raising a kid is hard enough without all the additional setbacks
and it all only ends one way
there’s no romance in dysentery.
the second is more specific to me, but it totally made me laugh, so i have to record it here for my own sake. it’s the reaction i had to Moll Flanders, where i (correctly) reported that its titular character swans through this book, dripping babies from her body like a tree sheds leaves, and that’s what i pictured when i saw this title – moll flanders, leaving a bread crumb trail of infants behind her as she went about on her silly adventures.
and that’s what it’s like to be in my head.