February Jacket Flap-a-Thon

Happy Leap Day! Are you doing anything exciting today? (Hubby and I are off to Oklahoma City later today — sans kids — for the afternoon and evening. Unfortunately, it won’t be as romantic as it sounds. But it will be nice to do something on our own, even if it’s not wildly romantic. The five hours in the car — 2 1/2 there and back again — without the kids is worth it. M asked me what my “ideal date” was last night. My reply: it doesn’t matter, as long as there’s free babysitting. Ah, such is life. Enough off-topic-ness.)

Anyway…. there was actually a very good bunch of books this month; it was hard to decide. But, forced by my own rules, I managed to narrow the list down to five. It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it. 🙂

5. Kira-Kira (athaneum books for young readers): “Glittering. That’s how Katie Takeshima’s sister, Lynn, makes everything seem. The sky is kira-kira because its color is deep but see-through at the same time. The sea is kira-kira for the same reason. And so are people’s eyes. When Katie and her family move from a Japanese community in Iowa to the Deep South of Georgia, it’s Lynn who explains to her why people stop them on the street to stare. And it’s Lynn who, with her special way of viewing the world, teaches Katie to look beyond tomorrow. But when Lynn becomes desperately ill, and the whole family begins to fall apart, it is up to Katie to find a way to remind them all that there is always something glittering — kira-kira — in the future. Luminous in its persistence of love and hope, Kira-Kira is Cynthia Kadohata’s stunning debut in middle-grade fiction.”


I thought this one reflected the tone of the book quite nicely. It was a hard book to write a blurb for, because there wasn’t much “action”, being a series of childhood reflections. But this did a good job of capturing the essence of the book.

4. Dragon Slippers (Bloomsbury): “Many stories tell of damsels in distress who are rescued from the clutches of fire-breathing dragons by knights in shining armor and swept off to live happily ever after. Unfortunately, this is not one of those stories. True, when Creel’s aunt suggests sacrificing her to the local dragon, it is with the hope that a knight will marry Creel and that everyone (aunt and family included) will benefit handsomely. Yet it’s Creel who talks her way out of the dragon’s clutches. And it’s Creel who walks for days on end to seek her fortune in the king’s city with only a bit of embroidery thread and a strange pair of slippers in her possession. But even Creel could not have guessed the outcome of this tale. For in a country on the verge of war, Creel unknowingly possesses not just any pair of shoes, but a tool that could be used to save her kingdom… or destroy it.”

It’s cute and spunky. Just like the book.

3. Northanger Abbey (Everyman’s Library): “Northanger Abbey is a perfectly aimed literary parody that is also a withering satire of the commercial aspects of marriage among the English gentry at the turn of the nineteenth century. But most of all, it is the story of the initiation into life of its naive but sweetly appealing heroine, Catherine Morland, a willing victim of the contemporary craze for Gothic literature who is determined to see herself as the heroine of a dark and thrilling romance. When she is invited to Northanger Abbey, the grand though forbidding ancestral seat of her suitor, Henry Tilney, she finds herself embroiled in a real drama of misapprehension, mistreatment, and mortification, until common sense and humor — and a crucial clarification of Catherine’s financial status — resolve her problems and win her the approval of Henry’s formidable father. Written in 1798 but not published until after Austen’s death in 1817, Northanger Abbey is characteristically clearheaded and strong, and infinitely subtle in its comedy.”


I have discovered that writing blurbs for classics is actually a very tricky business. Saying something interesting about a book that’s really well known (or a lesser-known book by a well-known author) is not as easy as it sounds. This one did well.

2. Song of the Sparrow (Scholastic Press): “Since the days of King Arthur, there have been paintings and poems created in her name. She is Elaine of Ascolat — the Lady of Shalott. And now, there is a new story, a new vision, of this mysterious and captivating girl…. Beautiful sixteen-year-old Elaine has a temperament as firey as her long red hair. The daughter of a solder in young Arthur’s army, Elaine is the sole girl in the militaristic world of men. Often slipping into daydreams, she wishes that the handsome Lancelot would see hear as more than a tomboy. Then a new girl arrives, and Elaine is thrilled — until Gwynivere proves to be cold and cruel. But when Elaine and Gwynivere are thrown into a situation of gravest danger, the girls must band together in order to survive. Can Elaine find the strength to fight for the kingdom she has always believed in? Acclaimed author Lisa Ann Sandell brings a haunting lyricism and an epic sweep to this tale of love, betrayal, and war. Heartbreaking, eloquent and gripping, this novel is a striking addition to the canon of Camelot mythology.

A beautiful blurb for a beautiful book. Reflects the tone, gets the gist of the story and make me (at least) want to read it (again).

1. The Year of Living Biblically (Simon & Schuster): “Raised in a secular family but increasingly interested in the relevance of faith in our modern world, A.J. Jacobs decides to dive in headfirst and attempt to obey the Bible as literally as possible for one full year. He vows to follow the Ten Commandments. To be fruitful and multiply. To love his neighbor. But also to obey the hundreds of less publicized rules: to avoid wearing clothes made of mixed fibers; to play a ten-string harp; to stone adulterers. The resulting spiritual journey is at once funny and profound, reverent and irreverent, personal and universal and will make you see history’s most influential book with new eyes. Jacobs’s quest transforms his life even more radically than the year spent reading the entire Encyclopedia Britannica for The Know-It-All. His beard grows so unruly that he is regularly mistaken for a member of ZZ Top. He immerses himself in prayer, tends sheep in the Israeli desert, battles idolatry, and tells the absolute truth in all situations – much to his wife’s chagrin. Throughout the book, Jacobs also embeds himself in a cross-section of communities that take the Bible literally. He tours a Kentucky-based creationist museum and sings hymns with Pennsylvania Amish. He dances with Hasidic Jews in Brooklyn and does Scripture study with Jehovah’s Witnesses. He discovers ancient biblical wisdom of startling relevance. And he wrestles with seemingly archaic rules that baffle the twenty-first-century brain. Jacobs’s extraordinary undertaking yields unexpected epiphanies and challenges. A book that will charm readers both secular and religious, The Year of Living Biblically is part Cliff Notes to the Bible, part memoir, and part look into worlds unimaginable. Thou shalt not be able to put it down.”

Yeah, it’s long. But it’s funny; the last line cracks me up every time I read it. And it’s compelling: it makes me, at least want to read the book.

The Worst One:
If Mama Don’t Laugh, it Ain’t Funny (Palm Tree): “From hunting down AWOL hermit crabs, to euthanizing pet watermelons, to sharing a meal of prescription strength crow, you’ll tag along on absurd adventures, observe awkward family rituals, squirm under uncomfortable questions, and explore the perpetual mysteries of children. If Mama Don’t Laugh, It Ain’t Funny will make you laugh until stuff comes out of your nose. Pass a tissue to your mama ’cause she’ll be laughing too.”

The back blurb wasn’t nearly as horrific as the cover, but it is presty lame. Full of quotes from people I didn’t know, this little blurb was nearly buried. It tries to be clever… and doesn’t quite make it. Which is too bad, because the book’s actually pretty good.

First Kiss (Then Tell)

I picked this one up (More accurately, I thought about picking it up and when I went to the local indie store to get a book for a friend — which I had to special order — I impulsively asked them to special order this one too, just because, and then I had to drive back across town to get them, but I’m not complaining, really, it’s just that this was a really long explanation and “picked this one up” was much more succinct.) in my post-Saffron Kitchen funk. I figured that a bunch of funny, interesting, cute essays about first kisses would be just the think to catapult me out of said funk. Well, as it turned out, I managed to crawl out of my hole before the book came in, but I enjoyed reading it anyway.

A collection of first kiss stories (mostly true) from YA authors (and Jon Scieszka, is he really a YA author? I’ve only known him as a picture book guy…) it’s a fun little book. As with all collections, there’s a little bit in there for everyone (which makes it uneven, but that’s not really a problem): graphic art essays (comic strips?), poetry, a play, a haiku and the Hale’s (probably quickly becoming famous; it’s the one everyone I’ve read has pointed out) she-said, he-said. There were several that I really liked: Shannon and Dean Hale’s version (especially Dean’s version; he’s a very funny writer) of their first kiss; Jon Scieszka capturing 7th grade boys perfectly; Amy Kim Ganter’s comic about her third first kiss with who was eventually her husband (it was very sweet); Cecil Castellucci’s reflections of her afternoons with the “bad boy” in school (until her friend found out…). Hands down favorite for sheer grossness (it was so gross it was funny!) was Justine Larbalestier’s “Pashin'”, a tale of her friend’s first kiss. I’ll make you read it for yourself.

I liked how it mostly captured the anxiety and awkwardness of a first kiss. They’re not always swelling music and foot pops and love-at-first-sight. I liked the honesty about it — from Nikki Grimes’ “Breathless”: “His hot tongue startled me, torching its way in where it wasn’t needed. (Didn’t I already have a tongue of my own?”) — it was nice to read about kisses that weren’t overly sentimental. It got me to thinking about some of my first kisses (won’t bore you…), and Hubby (who picked it up and read some of them, too) reminisced about ours.

So, even though I didn’t need to to pop out of my funk, I’m glad I read it. It made me smile. And everyone can use a smile. And a kiss.

Kidnapped!

This isn’t the edition I read (my cover was quite boring), but I liked this one because it illustrates one of my main problems with this book by Robert Louis Stevenson: the age of the main character, David Balfour.

I pictured David as a 14- or 15-year-old kid, maybe slightly older than Jim in Treasure Island. Sure, that gives David the role of the “wise and noble youth”, which drives me nuts, but I figured I could deal with it. David’s adventures start when he receives a letter saying that, with the death of his father, he’s come into an inheritance that he never knew he had. He goes in search of it, and finds a crabby, miserly old uncle, who tries to kill David. That not succeeding (David — oh, wise and noble youth — was too smart for that), he arranges to have a captain of a merchant ship headed for the Carolinas (it’s 1751) kidnap David in order to sell him into indentured servantship.

That works, and David sets off. However, as fate would have it, the weather is against the ship, and they don’t get far before ramming into another boat, killing everyone on board except for Alan Breck Stewart (who, as I found out through Wikepedia, is a real historical person). Alan and David fall in, take over the ship (well, there’s a murderer on board, and, as you know, Right always wins, especially when paired with Might), but end up separated and David is abandoned on an island (off the coast of Scotland. They didn’t get far.). David spends four days starving himself on the island, before he realizes that he could walk across the reef to the mainland (maybe he’s not so wise and noble?). He sets out in search of Alan again, and on his way runs into Alan’s old arch enemy, the Red Fox. Someone kills said fox while David’s standing there, and they determine that David’s an accomplice, so he sets off (bumping into, and joining in said flight with, Alan along the way), running for his life.

It sounds okay in a plot summary, but actually it was pretty dry and boring. Punctuated with the insufferable David’s moralizing. He eventually falls out with Alan because … I don’t even care why. I think it was because Alan was in more danger than David and David thought he’d fare better on his own. Or maybe it’s because Alan lived by his sword, which offended David. My favorite bit was when David challenged Alan to a duel, thinking he’d win. As if.

At any rate, David (of course: he’s the wise and noble youth) got his inheritance back because he got Alan to trick David’s uncle into admitting that he’d paid twenty pounds to have David kidnapped (but not killed). I didn’t really care by that point. (Though it was interesting to find out that David was 20 years old. I don’t know why I cared, but it seemed to make a bit of a difference. Not much, though.)

Long and short of it: if you want to read a Robert Louis Stevenson book, stick with Treasure Island. This one just isn’t worth it.

My Life in Six Words

Becky tagged me for the 6-word-memoir meme.

6 Word Memoir

1. Write your own six word memoir.
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.

3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to this original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere.

4. Tag five more blogs with links

5. Remember to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!

Ready?

Keeping me sane: books, baths, blogs.


There you have it. My life in six words.

It’s not quite right: she’s much too pretty, and she doesn’t have her nose in a book. But you get the idea.

Passing it along… ME, Corrine (though I think I’m going to put this one up over at the Nook, too), Sarah, Erin, and Inkling.

Proud Mom Moment

I don’t often go off all proud of my kids (at least, not here), but C just wrote a graphic novel for submission into the Reading Rainbow young authors contest. I have no idea if she’ll win anything, but I think it’s a very cute little work, so I thought I’d share. Enjoy. (Click on the pictures to make them big enough to read….)



Books and Movies

Our local TV columnist, Denise Neil (who also doubles as our food critic), had an interesting column today: the movies that readers think are better than the books. You can read the column here, but the jist of it was that she was complaining about how her enjoyment of a movie is usually diminished by having read the book. She writes:

“In almost every case (except “Atonement,” a great book whose movie adaptation was great in a separate but equal way), I can never appreciate the film version. I’m too concerned with what the movie is missing, what it’s skipping and what other various crimes against literature it’s committing.”

Okay, I’m generally on the same page as her here. While I think I have much looser standards than most people (I like the 1994 version of Little Women, which I know true devotes of the book hate), for the most part, I’m not necessarily always happy with movie versions of books (take the recent Dark is Rising catastrophe).

So, readers wrote in with suggestions of movies they thought were better than the books. Their choices: “The Bridges of Madison County”, “The Horse Whisperer”, “The Natural”, “Forrest Gump”, “Mystic River”,”The Last of the Mohicans”, “Cold Mountain”, “Fried Green Tomatoes”, “The Princess Diaries”

so far so good…

and the “Harry Potter” movies.

Um, really? The movies are so choppy, so over-acted. Sure, I love them and I own them, but that’s because I live in a house with Harry Potter fans. If I didn’t, I don’t think I’d like the movies at all. Rowling packs so much in her books, it’s hard to get it into a coherent and cohesive movie. With the exception of Order of the Phoenix. That, I will contend, is better (or at least as good as) the book. (I’m sure I’m not the only one who has ever made this point.)

So, it got me to thinking: what movies would you recommend over the book? And conversely, what movies are so horrible compared to the books, that you would tell people to stay away?

My (short but sweet) list:
“Age of Innocence”: maybe it was my mood, but I much preferred Daniel Day-Lewis and Michelle Pfeiffer to Edith Wharton’s stuffy novel.

“Enchanted April”: I don’t think I even made it through the book. Yawn. But the movie is a very cute movie about finding oneself. And the Italian scenery is just lovely.

“Joy Luck Club”: I like Amy Tan’s novel, but I think the movie tells the story better. Ditto for “Whale Rider”; the novel is nice, but the movie is fabulous.

Hubby would add “The Wizard of Oz” (I’m not sure if it’s better than the movie; I like them both).

Bother. I can’t think of any more off the top of my head, though I’m sure there are piles. What would you add, good and bad?

Candyfloss

I have to admit (and this is one of those really embarrassing moments) that when I first heard the buzz about this book, I thought “Jacqueline Wilson; I’ve read a book by her. It was all right, but I’m not really that interested in reading another one.” Then I read more about Candyfloss, and how Jacqueline Wilson was one of the top British writers, and how her books have a “cheerful integrity and lack of sentimentality” (Slate.com) and I started thinking that this wasn’t the same person I was thinking of.

Then it hit me: I was mixing her up with Jacqueline Woodson. So, for the record:

Jacqueline Woodson:

and Jacqueline Wilson:.

Not the same person. Not even close.

So, when I saw Candyfloss at the library, I threw it in the pile, figuring M would like reading it. Which she did. And so, because I had some spare time, I picked it up, too. And I thought it was incredibly cute. I know that’s an overused word, and not exactly a positive one, but I think it really describes Candyfloss well. I think that it’s because it’s cute, and accessible, that the deeper themes — of separation, dealing with divorce, and making and keeping friends — come across that much better.

Floss has a problem: her step-dad, Steve, has gotten a promotion and is relocating (for six months) to Sydney. In Australia. Initially, Floss was really excited, but then she got to thinking: what about her dad? He’s not exactly well-off; he runs a run-down cafe making chip butties (they are these, in case you were wondering. I was.). Floss decides, after much thinking, that what she really wants to do is stay with her dad. And the book is the story of that decision.

I think one of the reasons this was so cute was that that the characters were so down-to-earth. I loved Floss and her father; sure he’s a flake and she’s kind of odd, but they’re good people. And normal. I liked the differences between Floss’s friend Rhiannon and her other friend Susan. I liked Rose — the candyfloss lady that Floss and her dad meet at the fair — and the whole fair atmosphere. I loved the British slang that was littered throughout the book. (I liked the semi-snide comment in the glossary at the back: “slowcoach — slowpoke. Margot tries to talk with an American accent, but she’s not very good at it. I wonder if you guys ever try to talk with a British accent?”) I won’t say that this book is perfect, but I will say that it was very good.

And I’ll probably check out Jacqueline Wilson’s other work sometime.

Kid-litting

First, news… FYI, I’ve started archiving my Middle-grade and YA books over at the Children’s Book Reviews wiki. I guess it’s partially because after all these years, I finally want to actively expand my reader base. And it’s also partially because I can. Why not? It’s a resource people use, and I get tons of hits from Google and other search engines, so why not this. I don’t know why I feel like announcing it… perhaps because that’s the appropriate thing to do?

The other thing is a meme of sorts. I found this at Abby (the) Librarian who found this via a post on ShelfTalker. In it, ShelfTalker talks about her water bottle, which she got at Powell’s and which is kid-lit themed. On the lines marking the ounces, it gives a children’s author that would typically be appropriate for the corresponding age.

To quote:

“At the 4 ounce mark = Seuss
At the 6 ounce mark = Sendak
At the 8 ounce mark = Lobel
At the 10 ounce mark = Pilkey
At the 12 ounce mark = Cleary
At the 14 ounce mark = L’Engle
At the 16 ounce mark = Hinton”

Then she calls for our lists. What would be on YOUR water bottle? I enjoyed Abby’s lists… and it got to thinking about my own. Like her, I’d have several lists. My one from childhood would (probably) go like this:

At the 4 ounce mark = Scary
At the 6 ounce mark = Lobel
At the 8 ounce mark = Wilder
At the 10 ounce mark = Blume
At the 12 ounce mark = L’Engle
At the 14 ounce mark = Christie
At the 16 ounce mark = Anthony (Piers. Yes. I did read the Xanth books, I am ashamed to admit.)

See what I mean when I say I didn’t read YA books? I went from reading Wrinkle in Time to Agatha Christie. I jumped over a bunch of great authors. Ah, well. At least that means more for me to read now. As for books I read as an adult (and to my children), my list would have to be:

At the 4 ounce mark = Brown (as in Marc)
At the 6 ounce mark = diCamillo
At the 8 ounce mark = (M liked Dahl and Wilder, C likes Baum and Buckley)
At the 10 ounce mark = Dahl
At the 12 ounce mark = Riordan
At the 14 ounce mark = Hale
At the 16 ounce mark = Bray

I suppose I tend to lean toward the fantasy end of the book scale. I guess I just like a good escape book. 🙂 So, what would your list be?

The Saffron Kitchen

This is one of those really good book-group books; there’s so much fodder for discussion. Talk about Sara and her relationship to her parents, especially her mother. Compare Sara’s and Maryam’s childhoods… was Maryam a good mother? Talk about Maryam’s relationship with her father. How did it affect her future and why do/don’t you think it affected her?

And the one that’s been haunting me for a couple of days: Was Maryam’s decision right?

I won’t bore you with the personal details on my end (I’d rather not, anyway), but I will say that this book threw my past up in my face (in a way; I didn’t live in Iran, obviously, and my father was — and is — actually a very kind, loving man. ) and made me assess my present. Can a person be happy in the life and love she chose even when she has had to give up something very dear to her?

I’d like to think, yes, she can.

But, one of the premises of the book — sorry for the spoilers, I don’t know how to review this without divulging it, because it’s just too personal — is that Maryam, at least, can’t. She lives with the ghosts, is haunted by her past, and ends up wrecking her life in order to face that past. I felt so bad for her husband, Edward. The only thing he ever did to deserve being left is love her. And that’s just not fair. That’s not fair of me, though, because this book isn’t about fairness.

I did like that it addressed issues of homeland and exile — is part of the reason why Maryam can’t overcome her past because she was forced to leave her country for another? (Ah, another book group question.) I liked and admired Sara; she was stuck in the middle of all this, and helplessly confused about her mother’s actions, especially since they so closely deal with Sara, herself. I liked Sara’s marriage to Julian — it was grounded, honest, and open, everything a good marriage should be. (And, I should add, very unlike her parents’. )

I’m not sorry I read this, but I do have to say it’s not one I, personally, will be reading again. The language is beautiful, the story haunting and moving. It’s just too close for comfort.

A Meme and a Quiz

It’s a good thing this one came along — I need a break from the book I’m reading. Not because it’s bad; on the contrary, it’s quite good. But because it’s bringing up old ghosts from the past that I have to re-bury once in a while, and that makes me peevish. It’s good to have a distraction.

So, for the non-fiction meme, started by Gautami:

  • a) What issues/topic interests you most–non-fiction, i.e, cooking, knitting, stitching, there are infinite topics that has nothing to do with novels? Travel books, food books, memoirs, and humor, mostly.
  • b) Would you like to review books concerning those? Sure… and I do, whenever I read one.
  • c) Would you like to be paid or do it as interest or hobby? Tell reasons for what ever you choose. I have come to think, in the last year, that it’d be nice to be paid for my reviews. Partially, because I’d like the recognition, because being paid means you’ve “arrived” on some level. But partially because we could use the money.
  • d) Would you recommend those to your friends and how? If it’s a book I enjoyed of course I would. I usually just shout it from the rooftops… or my blog. 🙂
  • e) If you have already done something like this, link it to your post. Here’s a link to all the non-fiction books I’ve read in the past 3 1/2 years. (There are a couple of links to books I read prior to starting my blog, too. I’m embarrassingly organized. )
  • f) Please don’t forget to link back here or whoever tags you. Iliana (thank you!)

I’m supposed to tag 10 people, so here goes (sorry if anyone gets double-tagged):
Abby (the) Librarian
Andi
Erin
Heather at Errant Thoughts
Heather (High and Hidden Place)
Nancy aka Bookfool
Pam at Mother Reader
Shelf Elf
Softdrink at Blonde Momentos
Suey at It’s all About Books

And, now for the quiz:

What Be Your Nerd Type?

Your Result: Literature Nerd
 

Does sitting by a nice cozy fire, with a cup of hot tea/chocolate, and a book you can read for hours even when your eyes grow red and dry and you look sort of scary sitting there with your insomniac appearance? Then you fit this category perfectly! You love the power of the written word and it’s eloquence; and you may like to read/write poetry or novels. You contribute to the smart people of today’s society, however you can probably be overly-critical of works.

It’s okay. I understand.

Musician
 
Drama Nerd
 
Social Nerd
 
Artistic Nerd
 
Science/Math Nerd
 
Gamer/Computer Nerd
 
Anime Nerd
 
What Be Your Nerd Type?
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It figures, though there was a time when the music geek and the book geek would have been switched. 🙂