State of the TBR Pile: August 2013

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One final summer book club report. The 3-5th grade club did well. Sure, it was mostly just A and another girl, but I’m hopeful that it can grow. We’re going to keep going during the school year, and I’m going to get some flyers made up and talk to elementary school librarians to see if we can grow it. The 6-8th grade club is a bust. Complete. I couldn’t even convince C to come yesterday. But I want to have something for that age group, so I’m thinking something along the lines of Book People’s Teen Press Corps. I’m not quite sure what I’m doing with this — other than letting them read ARCs and blogging/reviewing them — so I’m open to suggestions as to getting them involved and interested and ideas for running the program. Also: if you have any suggestions for cool names, I’m up for it as well. I had a friend do some brainstorming (I’ve got nothing. I can’t name things. I don’t even think I came up with the name of my blog!) and she came up with Book Refs, or Book Wreckers, or Brainstains, or Waterlogged… but any other suggestions would be INCREDIBLY helpful. Thank you in advance.

My pile this month has more ARCs than library books — mostly because I need to clear out some of my piles.

The Spectacular Now, by Tim Tharp (partially because of Sara Zarr’s tumblr piece, and partially because our accountant knows Tharp and she doesn’t think I’ll like it. I want to prove her wrong.)
Clockwork Prince, by Cassandra Clare (because I’ve read all the rest of them…)
The Madman’s Daughter, by Megan Shephard (I’ve wanted to read this for a while.)
Clockwork Angel, by Cassandra Clare (and yes, Clockwork Princess is in the house; M is currently reading it.)
Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict, by Laurie Viera Regler (I will get to this. I will get to this.)
Untold, by Sarah Rees Brennan (Need I say why? *squee*)
The Beginning of Everything, by Robin Schneider (one of my managers said, “It’s the most like John Green that I’ve ever read.)
The Screaming Staircase, by Jonathan Stroud (because it’s Jonathan Stroud.)
Shadows, by Robin McKinley (I have to keep up with her.

And three from last month, which I really still want to get to:
Winger, by Andrew Smith
Wild Awake, by Hilary T. Smith
The Immortal Von B, by M. Scott Carter

What’s on your TBR pile that you’re really looking forward to?

The Dude and the Zen Master

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by Jeff Bridges and Bernie Glassman
ages: adult
First sentence:
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The thing I like most about this book — and what drew me to it in the first place — is the title. I liked that they’re playing off of The Big Lebowski and Jeff Bridge’s role in it. I like the thought that the Dude is a Zen master. I also like the idea of Jeff Bridges as the Dude and the Bernie Glassman is a Zen master.

I don’t know what I really expected from this book. It is exactly what it claims to be: a conversation between Jeff and Bernie. Nothing more.

And that’s where the problems lie. Although we get a bit of history about Bridges’ life — his childhood, his marriage, his acting — it’s mostly just a long, winding conversation about whatever strikes the fancy of these two men. Which is interesting, for the most part. They riff (best word, that) on Zen, The Dude, Buddhism, acting, activism, love, music, politics.

What it’s not is linear. And (for me at least), that mattered a great deal. I think they tried to have everything tie into something Meaningful, but it just didn’t work as a whole. So, I took to reading it in small chunks. Which made it work better. I’d read until I got tired of their circular discussion (and honestly, of Bridges: he talks a lot — either that or Bernie is just a great listener — and he doesn’t always make sense) and then put the book down for a few days.

In the end, it wasn’t what I’d hoped it would be. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t terrific either. I’m going to be Zen about it though, and just accept it and move on.

It’s what they would have wanted.

City of Lost Souls

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by Cassandra Clare
ages: 14+
First sentence: “Simon stood and stared numbly at the front door of his house.”
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Others in the series: City of Bones, City of Ashes, City of Glass, City of Fallen Angels

This series — now five books in — is becoming increasingly complex and somewhat convoluted (not necessarily in a bad way). I’m not sure I can even begin to summarize what went on in this one. Let me try (spoilers for all. You’ve been warned.)

Jace and Sebastian are connected, linked in such a way that to harm one is to hurt the other. And Jace isn’t himself, but rather an extension of Sebastian. Clary knows this, but goes over to Team Evil anyway with the express idea that she’ll figure out what their plan is and report back to Simon using these fairy rings.

Meanwhile, Simon, Alec, Isabelle, and Magnus (I loved that Magnus played an active role in this book) are off searching for a way to split Jace and Sebastian apart that doesn’t involve killing Jace. (It’s okay if Sebastian dies. In fact, they wish he would.) This involves raising a prince of Hell as well as an angel. It’s more complex than that, but those are the basic bones of the story.

This one was a lot harder to get a grip on. It’s bigger than the others (or it feels bigger, anyway), weighing in at 534 pages. And it was a lot slower to get started as well. But the end? It was totally worth the slog to get there. I really liked the role Simon had to play, as well as Isabelle — while she’s not quite the same Isabelle I liked in City of Bones, I think she’s settling into herself, and there was some of the spunk I liked. In fact, there was a lot of the sass and spunk from the first books back. I know Jace wasn’t himself in this one, but I liked him a whole lot better than I have for a couple of books. He was funny. And even Clary wasn’t simpering; she finally puts up a fight for what she believes, and makes an impact. And her decisions at the end? Courageous.

And I’m committed: I need the next one to come out so I can see how this all ends.

The Blue Sword

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by Robin McKinley

ages: 12+
First sentence: “She scowled at her glass of orange juice.”
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I first read The Blue Sword ages and eons ago. No, not when I was a kid, though I could have. It was soon after I first read Beauty by Robin McKinley (the book a friend gave me that I credit with my current love of YA). While I liked Beauty well enough, it was Harry Crewe and the country of Damar that I fell hard for.

Since I read this pre-blog, when I started it up, I wrote a couple sentences about my favorites. This one went like this: “The Blue Sword is full of adventure, magic, romance, swordplay… it would probably make a pretty good movie if anyone ever thought of it. It was an engaging book, well-written and the heroes were believable and interesting (there’s a lot of believable tension and chemistry between the two lead characters, which makes it fun).”

That doesn’t even begin to sum up the awesomeness that is The Blue Sword.

Harry Crewe is an orphan who has been shunted out to Damar, which lies on the outer reaches of the empire. She’s a ward of the regional head there, and is not happy about that. At all. Partially, it’s because she misses her parents, but mostly it’s because she’s unsettled. Unsatisfied. She never was the type of girl to sit still; she preferred riding and climbing to sitting and sewing. But, she’s supposed to be “proper” now, which means she looks wistfully out at the mountains, and wishes she could just do something.

Then Corlath, the king of the Hillfolk, shows up at the settlement. Nominally to try and make some sort of agreement with what they call the Outlanders, but that fails. Instead, he sees Harry, and his kelar — which is a kind of magic — demands that she come with him. So, he kidnaps her. Yes, it’s unsettling at first, but eventually she learns that the Hillfolk is where she belongs. She has the kelar, too, as strong as Corlath’s. And it becomes her Fate to be Harimand-sol, the lady Hero, and the first one since Lady Aerin to wield the Blue Sword in battle.

That’s the basic gist of it, but not the whole thing. McKinley, when she’s at her best, knows how to weave a good story. She pulls in amazing characters — my favorites are Jack Dedham, the career military guy with a soft spot for Hillfolk; and Narknon, the hunting cat that adopts Harry — and creates a vivid and detailed world but without all the exposition. She’s such a tight writer, such a gifted writer, that she’s able to do all this with a minimum of words, or without making it seem inaccessible or difficult.

In short: it’s brilliant. (And it’s more than 30 years old, without being dated in any way. That counts for a lot.)

First Sunday Daughter Reviews: August 2013

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Another in a series detailing what my (bookish) girls are reading.

It’s the end of the summer — school starts for us in a week and a half — and the girls are actually quite excited to get back. Except for M, who doesn’t have to go back. Instead, she’s preparing to go to Durgapur, India the end of September. Which means a lot of paperwork, and going to her job every morning. She does, however, find time to read, plowing through most of the Infernal Devices series. But the book that has had the most impact in recent months is this one:

She had me pick it up because Vitoria Vantoch is Misha Collins’s wife, but ended up really liking it. Which led her to consider pursuing a major in women’s studies. Which she discovered she’s really excited about. In fact, she and C are kind of planning — someday — to write a book about the history of women through and the societal impact of fashion (C’s passion right now is fashion history). It’s exciting and impressive watching her discover this.

C, on the other hand, has not really picked up a book in the last month. She tried City of Bones, and got about a third of the way through before putting it down. She’s not bailing, she said, she just doesn’t have motivation to read during the summer. She’d rather watch TV. And she has: she’s gone through the complete series of How I Met Your Mother, Vampire Diaries, The New Girl, and Supernatural. In the last month.

A asked me to pick up this at the library:

And she’s been enjoying the series (she’s nearly done). Not as well as the Percy Jackson books, but enough to talk about it, and to spend free time reading.

And what started out as a desire to see a movie with The Sea of Monsters has turned into a full-fledged Percy Jackson obsession with K.

They’re more than halfway through Battle of the Labyrinth, and K is obsessed. (A has issues: she thinks K is a poser, and I have to remind her — on more than one occasion — that she is not the True and Only Percy Jackson fan in this family, and that it’s OKAY for more than one person to like the same thing.) She’s drawing fan art, and talks about the characters. It’s really hard to keep spoilers from her, though.

On a side note: reading the series to K has got Hubby interested in it again, and he’s picked up the second series out of curiosity. Gotta love it when that happens.

Audiobook: The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie

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by Alan Bradley
read by Jayne Entwistle
ages: adult
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Flavia DeLuce is an 11-year-old aspiring chemist in 1950s England. Often at odds with her two older sisters, she mostly tries to stay out of the way. That is, when she’s not researching poisons.

Then one fateful night, her father has an argument with a stranger, who turns up dead in the cucumber patch, uttering one word: “Vale”. Flavia (of course) was there to hear it, and it sets her on a path to figure out who the murderer really is, and free her father.

On the one hand, I was thoroughly entertained by Entwistle’s reading of this book. Her voices were terrific, and she managed to keep my attention, even though I had problems with the book itself. The first one being the number of similes. Oh. My. Heavens. If I drank, I’d make a drinking game of them. And I’d be plastered by the end of chapter 2. I tried counting them, but I lost count after a dozen (within 10 minutes or so). I was complaining about them to Hubby, and he did point out that Flavia — who is a precocious child (I don’t like precocious children in adult fiction; it grates) — is the narrator, which may have something to do with the inordinate number of similes. Even so, I resigned myself to them, rolling my eyes whenever I heard one.

My other problem was that I called the murderer too early. Bradley introduced a random character about halfway through, and even though I didn’t know how or why, I knew he had to be the murderer. Why else introduce a random character. And, in many ways, I find that bad form.

But, it wasn’t a terrible waste of time — I did finish it after all. Even if it wasn’t perfect.

July 2013 Wrap-Up

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For us, this was the last full month of summer. Hot days (except we’ve gotten a lot of rain down here), boredom kicking in. The girls are at each others’ throats, and I’m tired of trying to come up with chores for them to do.

Good thing school starts in 2 weeks!

My favorite this month, hands down, was

Escape from Mr. Lemoncello’s Library

I don’t often get a chance to handsell a book from the middle grade section, but I have with this one. I’m that excited by it.

Others read this month…

Graphic Novel:

Blankets

Nonfiction:

Let’s Explore Diabetes With Owls (audio)
Mama Makes Up Her Mind

Middle Grade:

The Hero’s Guide to Storming the Castle
The Sasquatch Escape
Wednesdays at the Tower
The Whizz Pop Chocolate Shop (DNF)

YA:

City of Fallen Angels
City of Glass
Dodger
Flicker & Burn
Interworld

Adult:

The Silver Star

What was your favorite July read?

The Sasquatch Escape

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The Imaginary Veterinary Book 1
by Suzanne Selfors
ages: 8+
First sentence: “The weird shadow swept across the sky.”
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Ben Silverstein is being sent to live with his grandpa for the summer. As an LA kid — the full nine yards: salons, designer jeans, pools in your backyard — the idea of spending the summer with his grandpa (whom he hasn’t seen in 6 years) in the small, run-down town of Buttonville sounds like torture.

Then, things start to happen.
He meets Pearl Petal.
He thinks he sees a dragon.
They discover that Dr. Woo’s “worm” hospital is actually a hospital for creatures from the Imaginary World.
They let loose a sasquatch (with foot fungus).
And they are tasked with catching him.

Suddenly, what was a boring summer has taken a turn for the exciting.

Selfors has written a solid early-middle grade fantasy. It’s got adventure and friendship, and enough fantastic and silly situations to be entertaining for any reader. But the narrative is simple enough that it makes a great in-between book for early or struggling readers.  And the illustrations by Dan Santat added immensely to Selfor’s storytelling, not to mention the “enrichment” activities in the back.

I’m not going to say that middle grade fantasy really needs another series, but this one is a great addition.

Flicker & Burn

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by T. M. Goeglein
ages: 12+
First sentence: “My name is Sara Jane Rispoli.”
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Release date: August 20, 2013
Review copy provided by the publisher.
Others in the series: Cold Fury

When we last left Sarah Jane Rispoli (spoilers for Cold Fury, of course) she had discovered ghiaccio furioso,but has no idea how to control it. Her family has been kidnapped by some unknown assailants, and even though she’s just 16, she’s become the Counselor at Large for the Outfit, Chicago’s mob scene.  Her life goal? To get her family back in one piece.

Flicker & Burn is Sarah Jane’s increasingly complex and intense attempt to do just that. There are some pretty creepy villains: red-eye, white skinned, sexless beings driving black Mister Kreamy Kone ice cream trucks. They don’t sound terribly horrifying, but believe me: in Goeglein’s hands they are. Sarah’s best friend, Doug, gets involved in the hunt, and inadvertently discovers an even seedier underside to the Kreamy Kone empire. On top of that, Sarah’s boyfriend Max is demanding answers Sarah can’t give (or doesn’t want to; she pulls a Spider Man: pushing Max away in order to protect him). And then, relatives Sarah didn’t even know she had show up serving only to complicate things.

I have to admit that I liked this one a lot more than I did Cold Fury.  With the mob background out of the way, Goeglein was able to focus more on Sarah Jane (who is still infuriatingly stubborn) and her Quest. I liked that he explained what could be a paranormal element with science; it gave this one more credibility.

But Goeglein’s strength really lies in writing action: Sarah Jane really is a kick butt, no nonsense girl, and she fights like one. She’s a survivor, and she cares deeply, but that isn’t a weakness. I appreciate that Goeglein isn’t willing to skimp on Sarah Jane’s character just because she’s a girl. I also appreciated that she wasn’t androgynous either: she is a girl, she has feelings, and while she’s not the best at expressing them, that doesn’t make her soulless.

The ending was a bit of a setback, after all that Sarah Jane goes through, but it only served to make me curious as to where Goeglein’s taking the series next.

Bonus: While you’re waiting for the book to come out, check out the videos Ted has up about Flicker & Burn. They’re a lot of fun.

Dodger

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by Terry Pratchett
ages: 12+
First sentence: “The rain poured down on London so hard that it seemed that the rain was dancing spray, every raindrop contending with its fellow for supremacy in the air and waiting to splash down.”
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Review copy snagged from the ARC shelves at work, about a year ago.

Dodger is a tosher (no, I had no idea what that was before reading this; I wonder if it has anything to do with my refusal to read Dickens) and is making a fairly decent living at it. He stays with his Jewish friend, Solomon, and his dog Onan, basically just getting by. Then one night, he witnesses a girl getting beat up, and he decides to do something: he attacks the attackers, saving the girl’s life.

That small act (well, not so small) changes Dodger’s life: he goes from a simple tosher to a Man of Importance, hob nobbing with the rich famous and powerful of Victorian London.

Okay, so it’s not quite that f simple; there are a few steps involved in Dodger’s rise. He meets Charles Dickens, who helps, as does Benjamin Disraeli. It turns out that the girl is an estranged princess, which complicates matters, but Dodger — who has fallen head over heels for her — is smart and cunning and witty enough to figure out a way to help her escape her tormentors.

As far as a Pratchett book goes, it lacked something for me. It wasn’t as funny, or as charming as I hoped it would be. Dodger is an engaging hero, though I have to admit that I found myself liking Onan the dog more. It’s an interesting re-imagining of a time period — it’s not quite historical fiction and it’s not quite fantasy — and Pratchett does paint a vivid portrait of London. However,  while the plot starts off strong, it kind of gets bogged down in the middle, even though the ending is sweet. I had to push myself to get through the slow parts, skimming quite a bit, just to keep the flow going.

In all, though, while not brilliant, not bad either.