Temple Grandin

How the Girl Who Loved Cows Embraced Autism and Changed the World
by Sy Montgomery
ages: 9+
First sentence: “Throughout my career, I have worked to improve the treatment of farm animals because we owe it to domestic animals to give them a decent life.”
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I didn’t really know what to expect heading into this one. I knew it was a biography for middle readers, and I knew autism had something to do with it. But, I must have been living under a rock for a while, because I had no idea who Temple Grandin is.

Wow. What an amazing woman. For those of you under the rock with me, she was born in 1947, with autism. She wasn’t like “normal” kids, and her father (per the times) wanted to put her in a mental institution. However, Temple had an AMAZING mother, who advocated for her daughter. She found a school that would accept her and work with her quirkiness, and even though Temple encountered bullying and hardships along the way, her life was so much better than if her father had gotten his way.

And, it’s incredible what she’s done with her life. How she’s channeled her condition (I don’t want to call it a disability, because it’s not. It’s just a different normal) into something amazing, helping change the domestic animal industry little by little. And every little bit counts, especially when the healthy, happy lifestyle of animals we eat are on the line.

My only complaint was one that is inherent in the book: I wanted more detail, more information. I found it too simplistic, but the book was aimed at 9-12 year olds, so it’s appropriate for that age. As for me, Temple Grandin has written her own biography, so I can read that one as well.

The Runaway King

by Jennifer Nielsen
ages: 10+
First sentence: “I had arrived early for my own assassination.”
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Others in the series: The False Prince
ARC brought back from ABA Winter Institute for me by my co-workers.

Obviously, there will be spoilers for The False Prince. If you haven’t read that yet, you should. 

Sage — now King Jaron — has had a month to settle into his new life. To be frank about it: it’s not going well. His regents don’t really like or trust him (the feeling’s mutual), he’s not really getting along with the princess he’s supposed to marry, and his chief captain is not exactly helpful. Things just come to a head on the night of his family’s funeral with a (failed) assassination attempt  by the pirates.

Which leaves Jaron — who is convinced war is coming, even if his regents refuse to see it — with one option: go to the pirates and deal with them head-on.

And, because he’s Sage, that means things won’t go exactly as planned. (Not that there was a plan to begin with, mind you.)

I didn’t reread The False Prince first, so I was a little worried I wouldn’t remember enough to keep up with this story. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case: I immediately fell back into Neilsen’s world was thoroughly taken with Jaron/Sage’s story. There’s a lot of action and adventure here as Jaron tries to keep his kingdom from thoroughly collapsing, from the thief camp to the pirate camp and back again. One of the things I liked most about this was the way Nielsen kept Sage/Jaron’s personality pretty much the same (from what I remembered) as in the False Prince, enabling the book to have a sense of levity to it, while giving him the weight necessary to be a good ruler. (Yes, he still reminds me of Gen.)

On the other hand, there is also a lot of posturing by the minor characters (how many times to they have to say “Don’t do that” before they realize he’s just NOT going to listen!), not to mention all the growling of the Big Baddies. (Especially the pirate king. He was just a bit too stereotypical thuggish.) And I do have to admit that Roden’s motivations weren’t always consistent or clear, both of  which did get a wee bit annoying.

But not enough for me to dislike the book. For the most part, I found myself immersed in the book, not willing to put it down, wanting to know just how Jaron was going to make everything work for him.

The Madness Underneath

by Maureen Johnson
ages: 13+
First sentence: “Charlie Strong liked his customers — you don’t run a pub for twenty-one years if you don’t like your customers — but there was something about the quiet in the morning that pleased him to no end.
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Others in the series: Name of the Star

A short story about this first. I had put this one on preorder MONTHS ago at the store, and I knew the release date (because I obsessively follow Maureen Johnson on Twitter) and so when the UPS guy came on Monday, I knew, just KNEW my book was in there. But it was snowing (yet again), and we closed the store early, and the managers were in Kansas City for Winter Institute, and I couldn’t get my book on Monday. So, when Tuesday rolled around, I practically accosted the person responsible for receiving the books into the system, and after paying his bribe of one tall peppermint hot cocoa, I walked out after work a happy woman. I had my MJ.

The initial question here is this: does is live up to the awesomeness that was Name of the Star? The short answer: no. It’s not as good as the first one. It really is a middle book in a series: even though the book starts with a murder, the action really doesn’t get going until page 240 or so. After the Ripper events of Name of the Star, Rory is, understandably, doing a lot of soul searching. To say she’s behind in school is an understatement; in fact, her parents don’t even want her to go back. Her relationship with Jerome is suffering, her connection to Wexford is tentative. In fact, the only thing keeping her going is her place in the ghost squad, and even that’s not at its most healthy. If it wasn’t for the constant humor and — to be truly honest — brilliance in MJ’s writing, the story wouldn’t have been as interesting as it was.

Does that mean it’s not worth reading? Oh, heavens no. IT’S MAUREEN JOHNSON, people. And everything I love about her writing is in there: it’s funny, it’s observant, it’s intelligent, it’s a wee bit swoony, and the ending will catch you completely off guard. In fact, the book is worth reading for the last quarter alone, the set up for the next book that had be both flabergasted, crying “NOT FAIR” on Twitter, and wishing I could pick up the next book right now.

While it’s not the most gripping story, it’s a good middle book. Here’s hoping the next one blows the socks off of me. Then again, it’s MJ. No need to be anxious. 

First Sunday Daughter Reviews: March 2013

I had a Grand Plan to make a vlog for this, but then it SNOWED (and I should have done it then) and we got off our schedule, and yeah… it just Didn’t Happen. Here’s their thoughts on what what they’ve been reading.

K: Recently finished reading The Adventures of Nanny Piggins with her dad, and fell in love. She still can’t stop talking about it. She thought it was Hilarious, and loved Boris the ballerina bear the best. She’s become a Nanny Piggins evangelist, begging her older sisters (and me; though I read — and liked — the sequel) to read it, too.

A: Read the ARC of Rump, by Leisl Shurtliff, because C recommended it to her. She liked it, but was annoyed it took too long for the main character to figure out his name. That said: it kept her interested until the end.

C: Snagged the ARC of Rachel Hawkins’ new one, School Spirits. Probably the best way to describe her reaction is through this series of tweets:

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 M: Finished both Finnikin of the Rock and the ARC for Dark Triumph, the next in His Fair Assassins. The short version about both? Everything else — including the mounting physics homework — went by the wayside because she couldn’t finish them fast enough. (Finnikin was slow going at first, but I told her to stick with it and she did. And she was REALLY glad, too.) Great books, both of them.

Maybe next month I’ll get that vlog up.

Audiobook: Madame Bovary

by Gustave Flaubert
read by : Donada Peters
ages: adult

So,  thought I’d listen to the classics this year. And, since I’ve never read Madame Bovary, I figured why not listen to it? I admit that I had no idea what it was about going in, and also that the back blurb was singularly unhelpful.

That said, even though Donada Peters sounds vaguely like Judy Dench, I found myself highly — HIGHLY — bored with listening to this one. After a while, Peters voice began to grate on me, and I just bailed. Nothing — not a single thing — about the story was drawing me in. Not the characters, not the writing, and definitely not the narration.

So, that leaves me with this: was it the translation? Was it the audiobook? There has to be a reason this is considered a classic. Should I give it another try?

Tokyo Heist

by Diana Renn
ages: 13+
First sentence: “The wind, the rain, my soaked Converse sneakers.”
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Violet loves all things Japanese, from kimono fabric to drawing manga. And so when her father gets commissioned to paint a mural in the offices of one of the most influential families in Japan, Violet jumps at the chance to join him.

But, things quickly take a turn for the sinister: a couple of original Van Gogh drawings have been stolen and a Japanese mobster is demanding that the painting based on those drawings be found, or everyone’s life is forfeit.  There’s more to it then that: there’s suspicious characters (always suspect the security guard), FBI stings (Neal Caffrey needed to show up; it would have been better if he did), shopping (always up for that), Japanese festivals (in this case, Gion Matusri), parent-child tensions (the dad was annoyingly hot and cold — he’d either ignore Violet or ground her to her room *sigh), and lots and lots of manga.

It wasn’t a bad read; I liked Violet, and I actually liked the fact that while she did solve the mystery, she didn’t do it by gallivanting about the country in defiance of everyone. She worked with the adults, letting the FBI know what she found out every step of the way. I did think that Renn balanced the responsibility with action and adventure, and even if it wasn’t constantly thrilling, it was good.

But the thing I liked most was how very, well, informative it was about Japan and Japanese culture. I’m hoping it’s mostly accurate, I felt like I was immersed in a Japanese world, and came out on the other side more educated because of it.

And for that alone, I found this book worth reading.

February 2013 Wrap-Up

The problem with February is that the end comes up a lot more quickly than you think. March? Already?? The good thing about February is that it means, generally speaking around here, that winter is just about over. Hooray for that!

My favorite this month:

Perfect Scoundrels 

Scarlet floored me, Just One Day had me dreaming of Paris, Out of the Easy enthralled me, but a girl has to go with her crush. You can’t say I’m not loyal. Hale. *swoon* It helps that it’s a really good book, too!

The others read this month:

YA:

The Sweet Revenge of Celia Door

Out of the Easy

Paper Valentine
Just One Day

Etiquette & Espionage  (DNF)

Scarlet
Son

Audio book:

To Kill a Mockingbird

Middle Grade:

Almost Home

Number the Stars

The Terrible Thing that Happened to Barnaby Brocket (DNF)

Case File 13: Zombie Kid

Twelve Kinds of Ice

Adult Fiction:

Big Boned

What were your favorite reads this month?

Big Boned

by Meg Cabot
ages: adult
First sentence: “You came!”
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Others in the series: Size 14 is Not Fat Either

Heather Wells, former pop star and current assistant Fischer Hall director, is quite happy with her life. Sure, her new boss is a bit of a stick in the mud, and sure her boyfriend Tad is a vegan who doesn’t watch TV and is trying to get her to *gasp* exercise, and sure it’s not really the guy she wants to be with, but all in all, she’s doing okay.

Then, one morning without warning, her boss gets shot in the head.

Something about Heather just attracts murder, doesn’t it?

An aside: about a third of the way in, I started wondering: how long can Meg Cabot keep up this Death Dorm thing? I mean, three murders in the same hall over three books? I need to read the next one to figure out whether or not she branches out and starts solving murders at other places.

This one was actually murder lite this time around. Heather, of course, is on the case (no matter how much Cooper tries to tell her not to get involved), mostly because her grad assistant Sarah’s not-quite-boyfriend is the primary suspect. Of course he didn’t do it, and it’s up to Heather to figure out who did. Mostly, though, this was Heather obsessing about her relationship with Tad and wishing that Cooper was her boyfriend. That’s not to say this wasn’t interesting — Cabot is really a fun and engaging writer — but that I don’t think I enjoyed it as much as I did the first time around. Perhaps because it was that I read it rather than listening to it (the narrator really was that good). Even so, I enjoyed hanging with Heather and her crowd, and even though the mystery wasn’t that great, it was good enough.

Which means: 1) I’ll be reading the next one eventually and 2) it’s some good fluff. I’m converted to the cult of Cabot.

Almost Home

by Joan Bauer
ages: 10+
First sentence: “Mr. Bennett walked into room 212 carrying a plastic bag.”
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Having been on a Middle Grade Fiction Round 1 Cybils panel a few times, I am quite familiar with dead moms, absent moms, crazy moms, overbearing moms, controlling moms, and all sorts of other bad moms. Kids have had to deal with homelessness, with abuse, with death. Which they usually do with varying degrees of success.

But never before have I read a character with so much down-to-earth pluck and good-natured spirit as I have in Sugar Mae Cole.

Her father — she calls him Mr. Leeland — is a gambler, and comes with pretty much all that baggage that that entails. He’s taken out loans against the house, gotten involved with less-than-respectable characters, and is absent more than he is home. Sugar’s been basically raised by her mother, Reba, and her grandfather, King Cole (pretty awesome name if you ask me). But, King died a year back, and it’s been increasingly more difficult for Reba and Sugar to make ends meet. Until they don’t anymore, and the lose the house.

The bounce around from living with family to living in a shelter while Reba tries to find a job. Then she gets a sort-of lead on a job in Chicago, so on a whim the two of them head up there. Things — of course — don’t go the way they are supposed to, and Reba has a mental breakdown. Sugar is shuffled off into foster care, and Reba’s in an institution while they figure out the best way to rebuild their lives.

I should mention the dog on the cover: his name is Shush and he’s adorable. He’s more a metaphor than an actual character: he’s been abused by a previous owner, and is insecure about his place in the world. But, through love and acceptance, Sugar helps him gain the confidence he needs to be a courageous dog. Which is a parallel to Sugar’s experience: she has a difficult time trusting, but through a loving foster family and an amazing teacher, she blossoms.

As I said to begin with, this novel rests squarely on Sugar’s shoulders, and she carries it superbly.

A Brief Familial Interlude

I don’t quite know where to start (besides, I should have gotten this out earlier today!).  About two years ago, my oldest daughter, M, fell in love with all things India thanks in part to a blog post by Kristin Cashore. See, Kristin was going on about this Bollywood movie called Om Shanti Om, so I decided to watch it. M came in while I was in the middle of it, and was literally mesmerized. She then proceeded to obsess over India, and decided that what she’d really like is to spend a year there.

I figured it all would pass, and didn’t do anything to help or  hinder her obsession. But, it persisted, and she did enough research to decide that the Rotary Youth Exchange would be a good match for her. She contacted one of the local clubs, did the legwork to find out what it took to graduate early, and put the wheels in motion.

Fast forward to right now: through the help of the Rotary, she’s raised $1900 of the estimated $5000 total we figure it’ll take for her to spend a year in New Delhi. She’s turning in her application to get matched with a family (or two) there. She’s got her passport, and most of her shots. She’s saved what she can from gifts and allowance money, since we decided that it was more important for her to keep her 4.0 while taking a double load of classes this year than to get a job. Though she will go looking for something for this summer (she can’t leave for India before she turns 17 in August) as soon as she finishes finals in late April/early May.

Which brings me to the point of this. Hubby and I are comfortable, financially, but not by any means well off. So, we’re turning to our friends (and readers and family) to see if they’d like to pitch in to help our daughter make a difference. Maybe not while she’s in India (though she’s going to look for chances to help and learn the culture) but in the future. We’ve set up a Go Fund Me site, and are inviting people to contribute what they can.

What’s in  it for you? Well, we’re going to work with M — who is not a natural writer or journalist — to set up a blog detailing her experiences. But beyond that, just the warm fuzzies you get from helping a good kid do something amazing.

I’d love it if you could help out. I won’t hold it against you if you can’t. In these tough economic times, I understand. But every little bit makes a difference. And I appreciate every little bit that’s already been donated.

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