As authors, we can read other authors' books, watch a million movies, camp out at the library, all in the name of research. What a grand career we are in.
So, under that guise, I have listened, so far, to two-thirds of the inspirational audiobook written and narrated by Ree Drummond entitled Black Heels to Tractor Wheels, a love story about how the author met, dated and married her husband. This is The Pioneer Woman from the website of the same name, with her online collection of all her loves: photos, recipes, family, movies, homeschooling. She can even be found on TV with her cooking show. And her true-life love story should make everyone jump for joy that true love exists, that men like Marlboro Man live and breathe, and that they apparently love their women, happy flaws and all.
Ree did the taping on her audiobook. She seemed to be sticking straight with the script, although I would be dubbing in more afterthoughts, side notes, laughter, crying, what-have-you. I'm impressed she held it together when narrating her personal story, including recalling her propensity for Lucille Ball-like incidents, her own mistakes.
I'm not completely through the taped book, but it is uplifting, even while wrapped in reality. Of course, I'll finish listening to the audio today, and may have to do so over and over as I try to separate myself from the sheer joy of the story to be objective enough to see her writing techniques. Even if I'm not capable of that distancing, it would be no hardship to hear the whole wonderful how-we-met rendition over and over.
May we all share in such happiness, love, life. Have a good one, everybody!
P.S. Per a quick internet search, the movie rights to Ree's love story have been bought. I hope we get to see the movie soon, but . . . there is no guarantee how fast that will happen. Still nice to know it is being considered.
P.P.S. I finished listening to the audiobook the other day. My first leg of reading was the more fairy-tale events leading up to real life. So the story has its sad moments, its tense moments and, even as a blog reader knowing she has four kids, the oldest is female, you get caught up in the story events, like guessing the sex of their first child: "I just know it's a boy." Plus hearing or reading about a "three-week honeymoon in Australia" sounds wonderful, doesn't it? Wait until you hear the details of their honeymoon. It just goes to prove that things on the outside, or on paper, are not what they seem. Still, good reading. Realistic. Honest. And proves true love, that magical, mystical, blissful, passionate version we thought was meant only for romance novels, can exist in real life and wins out over "small" things like not having a dishwasher with your first infant, or having money troubles, or going from a city life to a working ranch where there are no days off, no ice days or other such weather-related cancellations, no sick days, no ten-holiday-a-year benefits. I said it before. I'll say it again. Inspirational.