Rebel Angels

I was actually excited about this sequel to The Great and Terrible Beauty, by Libba Bray. I figured it would salvage the failed ending of Beauty, I would actually really like the characters (instead of half-heartedly liking them), and that it would be a good bit of youth fiction to follow up all the adult fiction I’ve been reading.

I bailed.

It’s not often I bail on youth fiction; more often than not, I enjoy youth fiction more than adult fiction. But — and I hate to say this, because it makes me sound all Evangelical anti-witchcrafty — this book gave me the creeps. Evil creepy feelings. Just not good.

It’s weirder than I remember the first one being — with Circe on the loose and spirits in the Realms being corrupted and evil dreams of people being drowned — with overtones of The Exorcist and Rosemary’s Baby and all those movies that I just can’t stomach.

So, to salvage my dreams and to keep my imagination from wandering too much, I quit. This book is for people who are less easily scared than I.

Tooth and Claw

What do you get when you cross Jane Austen with Anne McCaffrey? This chraming Victorian Dragon novel(Or is it a Dragon Victorian Novel?), by Jo Walton. It was a riot to read. The dragons acted like Victorian English: maidens couldn’t be without chaperones (I especially liked the way they “blushed” pink when they came into contact with the male dragons, which usually led to an engagement). They had a social system like the English: there were gently born dragons and servant dragons and lower class dragons. I loved the court scenes (there was a suit filed in the course of the story). I guess I just liked the whole premise of the story. Which, truth be told is quite simple: a father dies. The daughters go live with their siblings and find love. The son feels cheated out of his inheritance and takes his brother-in-law to court. Not much there. This book rides entriely on its premise. Thankfully, it’s a good one. Especially if you like Victorian novels and dragon books. Why not combine the two?

Book Group Blues

So, I had an altercation at book group last night (I’m just too dang opinionated. Gotta stop that.), which has made me stop and think about what I expect to get out of a book group. In the process of musing about this, I thought I’d ask those of you who drop by: do you attend a book group? Why? What do you want to get out of it?

Thanks.

Rachel and Leah

I have given my opinion of Orson Scott Card before. And I’ve come to the following conculsions: 1) he just can’t let things end. Rachel and Leah is the third in a series, and there’s going to be a fourth (for the good reason that the story was just too much for one book). Still. He does tend to draw things out. 2) I really like the first book I read in one of his series (Rebekah this time; I read them out of order), but the more I read, the less I like them. Maybe because they’re often the same story retold? 3) Card can’t write ancient women. Just can’t. I don’t know what they’re supposed to “really” be like, but I really doubt they had conversations with their betrothed about bearing children (and how it’s akin to the preisthood). He takes modern women and dresses them up in sandals and calls is Biblical. I felt The Red Tent was more authentic. And I didn’t even really like that one.

The good points: I liked how he balanced the four women. That’s a hard task, one that he did manage to pull off (in spite of my complaints). In my opinion, he tilted the scales in favor of Leah and Zilpah, rather than Rachel, as expected. I liked Leah, in the end, more than Rachel (perhaps that’s what he was going for in order to explain the whole wedding deception thing?). She was more honest, more forthright, more interesting. Maybe that’ll change in the next book.

In the end, I don’t know how I really think about this book. Nothing seems to leap to mind. Which is sad. Because Card can be a vibrant, exciting writer. I guess not just about Biblical women. (Maybe it’s that whole men writing about women thing again…)

Happy Birthday to Me

In honor of my 34th birthday, I thought I do a pseudo-meme in the spirit of those reports about what this year’s freshman class knows about/has experienced. Just because it’s interesing how much the world has changed in my lifetime.

Politcs/World Events: There have been seven presidents since I was born (though Nixon resigned when I was 2). I’ve voted in four presidential elections, but there has only been two presidents since I started voting.

I remember the Challenger explosion (I was at school); when AIDS was a big deal in this country; when the Berlin wall came down; Tiananmen Square; the day the first Gulf War started (I was in my dorm room at college); the Iran hostage crisis (third grade); and when the next big war was supposed to be with the Soviet Union (though, prophetically, I said in a high school government class that the next war would be in the Middle East; everyone laughed).

Life: I learned to skate on rollerskates with metal wheels. My first bicycle had a banana seat. I learned to drive on a stick shift. I slept on a waveless waterbed. I played outside for hours with the neighborhood kids without parental supervision. I learned to twirl a baton because it was the “in” thing.

Fashion: I have worn at any one time: bell bottoms, short shorts, culottes, knickers, wooden clogs, leggings with oversized sweatshirts, miniskirts, torn and pegged jeans, banana clips, big hoop earrings, shoulder pads and probably many other fashion trends I can’t think of right now. I have had a Dorothy Hamill bob, big permed hair, and feathered bangs. I have bleached my hair (but only on accident).

Music: I have listened to LPs, 8-tracks, tapes, and CDS, but not MP3s (yet). The first tape I bought was Lionel Ritchie’s “Can’t Slow Down”. My musical tastes evolved from John Denver/Neil Diamond to Prince/Michael Jackson to Rush/Boston to Sting/REM to Dixie Chicks/Sheryl Crow. My first concert was Barry Manilow. The last concert I went to was the Flatlanders. Or maybe Shawn Colvin.

TV: I remember watching the final episode of MASH. I watched (with my family) The Love Boat, the A-Team, Magnum P.I., Simon and Simon, and The Cosby Show. I mourned the cancellation of Misfits of Science. SNL was Dana Carvey, Dennis Miller, and Mike Meyers, not Chevy Chase, Dan Aykroyd and John Belushi. I remember life before remote controls, the day we got our first VCR, and watching TV in black and white (though that was probably because my parents held off buying a color TV, and not because there weren’t any).

Movies: The first movie I have a vivid memory of is Raiders of the Lost Ark. I was devastated the year ET lost the Oscar to Gandhi. I remember when going to a movie only cost a couple of dollars. I thought Xanadu, The Last Starfighter and War Games were just the best movies EVER. (But that has more to do with personal taste than my age.) I had a crush on Michael J. Fox for years.

Computers/Games: I learned code on a Commodore 64 (on a green and black screen). I remember: when Bill Gates was a struggling computer guy and Windows was just a copy of the Apple method; when modems were outside a computer and talking on a BBS was a novelty; when you had to go to an arcade to play video games; Pong, Pac Man (and Ms. Pac Man) and Tetris. I was really good at Tetris.

There’s probably a lot I’ve forgotten. Still, it’s been kind of fun to rememeber my almost 3 1/2 decades.

Little Women

A classic. Everyone should read it, right? Honestly: it’s preachy, the problems are trite, the language annoying, and the characters unbelievable. Amazing what being an adult will do. That said, it is a wonderful life book. I wish I were as good of mom as Marmee. I wish the problems my girls faced were that trivial. I hope they grow up to be as good of girls as Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy. In short, it’s a book about being happy. And we should all read that. In spite of the flaws, as seen from a modern perspective.

Addendum: Okay. I’ve sold the book short. It’s not that I didn’t like it. I did enjoy the first half; the original Little Women. And I do really like Jo. However, the second half of the book (the sequel, written after the first book did well) really grated on me. So, what do you say about a story that everyone loves, but just didn’t sit as well as you hoped it could?

The Antidote

Lest you think I always look at the glass half-empty…

Things I like (a good night’s sleep will do wonders for one’s outlook):

  • Hot bread fresh out of the oven
  • Getting packages in the mail
  • When A wakes up and says, “It’s morning out my window.”
  • C’s stories — she has a vivid imagination and is always willing to spin a yarn or two
  • The way M is growing up into a beautiful, smart and kind young woman
  • When Baby K is happy
  • When the girls all play together well
  • Not being so busy and over-scheduled so that my girls have time to play
  • Flowers — cherry blossoms and hyacinths in spring, daisies and black-eyed susans in summer, chrysanthamums in fall, and the sunflowers by the side of the road
  • Cake
  • Cooking dinner
  • Talking with a wonderful hubby who lets me rant and helps me figure out why things are bugging me. Also, late night talks in the dark before falling asleep.
  • Monk
  • A really good book that just captures my imagination
  • Friends — both in person and via the web
  • Time to do projects, to write, to myself, and with the girls
  • Long, hot showers and long, hot bubble baths
  • The sound of running water (preferrably outside)
  • Perfect park days: not too hot or cold, not too windy, but just right for playing outside at the park

My life isn’t so bad after all. 🙂

Warning: A Rant Approaching

Things I hate (This is all a response to a grumpy day topped off by an annoying anonymous comment. A girl’s gotta vent, though.):

  • Days when A cries for 45 minutes because I won’t give her a sippy cup of milk (note: she’d already had three and wanted yet another)
  • 9/11 TV movies (and that people believe EVERY word in them)
  • Politics (which is odd because I’m married to a Political Science professor)
  • Anonymous blogger comments like this: “diz book waz da stupidest book i have ever read in ma damn life i hated it itz so old skool n we r in 2006 not the 40s so i think u should not sell dis book to normal ppl only stupid nerds!!!” that get buried so I can’t find them to delete them.
  • Teething babies
  • Sleepless nights (because said teething baby was up 3 times)
  • 80-degree days when it seemed like fall was coming on
  • Being patient in order to find an affordable home in a good location
  • Women who spend too much of their time trying to get $100 worth of groceries for $5
  • Being dissatisfied with being a stay home mom
  • Feeling grumpy about my life when so much else is wrong with the world, and other people have it so much more difficult than I do.

Thanks. I needed that.

Chasing Vermeer

I kind of liked this little mystery book by Blue Balliett. The only problem was that I often felt like I was missing something. Maybe it’s because the ending caught me completely by surprise, though all the clues were there (in that case, I really was missing something). Maybe it’s because I just don’t put things together well (the whole book was about putting things together well). Maybe it’s one of those adult/kid things (M really liked the book).

The basic premise: a Vermeer painting — A Lady Writing — has been stolen. Demands that Vermeer’s paintings be reassessed have been issued as a ransom. Two sixth grade students — Calder and Petra — start looking at information in new and unique ways, taking no coincidence for granted, and solve the mystery finding the painting and catching the thief in the end.

Now that I write that out, maybe it’s just too unbelievable to make for a good story for an adult. I mean, really, could two 11-almost-12 year olds put all this together? Probably not, but I guess it’s kind of fun to think so. At least for the kids reading it. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be the big hero and solve the big mystery and get their names in lights (there was a nice bit about just that in the book)? So, call it an escapist-fantasy-mystery book. Great for 10-12 year olds. Probably a bit much for their parents.

The Towers of Trebizond

I tried to read this one. I really did. It had a great first line: “‘Take my camel, dear,’ said my aunt Dot, as she climbed down from this animal on her return from High Mass.” It was supposed to be “fantasy, farce, high comedy, lively travel material, delicious japes at many aspects of the frenzied world, and a succession of illuminating thoughts about love, sex, life, organized churches, and religion”.

It put me to sleep.

Not just once, mind you. Once would mean I just had a bad night, and need a few more hours sleep. But several times. Every time I picked up the book, I found myself nodding off. Even sentances like this: “Death is awful, and one hates to think about it, but I suppose after all those years of it the dead take it for granted” couldn’t keep me awake.

If someone with a higher ability to stay awake while reading profound books written in the 1950s cares to read this book, let me know how it goes.