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Twilight of Avalon

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by Anna Elliott
ages: adult
First sentence: “So I say to call the visions into the scrying bowl.”
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When the lovely Kailana and I discovered we were both reading this book, we thought it would be fun to do a buddy review. Below are some questions she asked me about the book (as well as a couple I asked her, that I wanted to answer myself!)… Enjoy!

Twilight of Avalon takes two ancient myths — Arthur and Tristan and Isolde — and fuses them together into one story. The story picks up after Arthur was betrayed by his bastard son, Mordred, who also happens to be Isolde’s father. Isolde was made high queen, married to King Constantine, but seven short years after their crowning, Constantine is dead and Isolde fears for her own life. Especially since she knows that Constantine was murdered by Lord Marche, who is scheming for the high kingship himself. It’s only through her own wits, abilities, and the help of a half-Saxon prisoner named Trystan, that she’s able to escape and find a way to prove to the court the truth about Lord Marche.

What lead you to pick up this book? Will you be reading the rest of the trilogy?
I was sent it by the author (or a publicist; I can’t remember), but it was Trish’s review gave me the push I needed to pick it up. And yes, I will be reading the rest of the trilogy.

Do you have a favorite character?
I think I like Isolde best: she’s strong without being overly modern, and yet she had doubts and fears and insecurities. Though, it may just be that she was one of the few female characters in the book, and I needed someone to relate to.

What was your favorite scene?
Hmmm… it’s been a while since I’ve read it (bad memory…), but I think the scenes that stand out in my mind are the ones where Isolde is being a healer. I especially liked the one near the end when she’s helping Heneric recover from some serious wounds. Very touching.

What do you think of the mixing of fantasy and historical fiction? Was it believable?
I read in the material that was sent with the book that the author was going for a Mary Stewart feel — not exactly magic, but more than realistic. And I think, while it’s not as fluid as Stewart’s books, it works well. When you’re dealing with something as far removed from us as mid-6th century Britain, it’s easy to view it as fantasy. Which is perfectly okay with me!

What are your thoughts on the cover and the title?
Hmmm… first reaction: too Marion Zimmer Bradley. Which means I went in with a bit more feminist-mysticism expectations, which really isn’t what I thought the book is about.

What did you think of the “romance”?
Um… I expected something more. Truthfully, from the jacket flap, and the cover and the title, I really thought that there’d be some sort of hot and heavy romance… and there wasn’t. It was a more political book than I was expecting, and while I think Trystan and Isolde work well together, there really wasn’t much chemistry there. Maybe in the next book…

Secret Keeper

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by Mitali Perkins
ages: 13+
First sentence: “Asha and Reet held their father’s hands through the open window.”
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First and foremost, Asha and Reet are sisters.

Their dad — Baba — has lost his job in 1974 Delhi India and decides to see if he can find a job in America. Since they don’t have enough savings to send the entire family, Asha, Reet, and their mother go to live with Baba’s family in Kolkata, in West Bengal. It’s not a happy time for any of the women: the sisters are not only forced to stop attending their school in Delhi, but are increasingly pushed into more traditional roles than they were previously. And their mother — whom her in-laws have never approved of — is constantly under the influence of what the girls call her “Jailor”: a black depression that is hard to shake.

It’s more Asha’s story than Reet’s; Reet in many ways felt inaccesible to me as a reader: she’s the perfect model of a traditional Indian woman, and although she’s sympathetic, she’s just not all that interesting. Asha, on the other hand, is a fascinating mix between the need to be traditional and please her family, and her desires — in part fueled by the feminist movement in the US — to be her own woman. It’s Asha’s secrets we are privy to, and care about, as well as her desires: whether it’s her desire to be a psychologist (unheard of at this time in India) or to play tennis and cricket, or — more importantly — her growing fondness for the boy next door. And the decisions she makes, as well as the secrets she ends up keeping, are unexpected and yet make perfect sense.

Perkins has written a compelling tale that works on so many levels: it’s a love story, it’s a story of sisters, it’s a story of tension between old and young, it’s a story of second chances. And, because of this, it’s a story will be treasured.

The Handmaid’s Tale

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by Margaret Atwood
ages: adult
First sentence: “We slept in what had once been the gymnasium.”
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I read this book in my early 20s, sometime soon after I finished college. I remember thinking that this was a Great Warning; plausible enough to become true, and thus making it that much more powerful to me. I was moved to anger by the treatment of women as objects, and considered this one of the Best Books I’ve Ever Read.

This time around — 15 years later — I am still moved by it, but in a completely different way. The basic plot, for those who are unfamiliar with this dystopian classic, is that the U.S. falls apart after an attack which kills the president and Congress. The country is put into a state of emergency, which evolves into this warped religious state. Offred, our main character, is a handmaid: a woman whose sole purpose in life is to have babies for the Commanders. She is told that it is her religious duty to do so; the Wives and Marthas (the maids and cooks) tolerate her presence because her “duty” is so important. Offred — we never learn her real name — longs for her former life: the one where she had a job, money, husband, child. And it’s all she can do to put one foot in front of the other in her life.

I found this all monstrous. I’m thinking of it in a different light — I could very easily be Offred — and it’s monstrous what Attwood has dreamt up. Not only for the handmaids, but for the wives and commanders, too. (Maybe those books on polygamy are influencing my reading of this, too, because there are definite parallels there.) And I was depressed by it. I don’t think we — as a country — would ever head that way (though there was this one passage that struck me because of its similarities to 9/11 and the Patriot Act), but it’s depressing that there is that awful potential in people to control other people in that way. There are also Taliban similarities, as well — something which wasn’t even on the radar when I read this the first time around — that saddened me.

I can’t imagine — more like, don’t want to imagine — a world where women are treated as nothing more than the sum of their bodies, where men get excused for their behavior because of their position, where women hate and loathe each other because of their roles. Wait… that, too much, describes what our world is like now. Without the religious framework, without the robes, without the martial law, there are elements of this world around us.

And that really depresses me.

Dear Julia

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by Amy Bronwen Zemser
ages: 12+
First sentence: “When Elaine Hamilton was six years old, she told her mother she wanted to be a cook when she grew up.”

Elaine Hamilton has been cooking since she was small. Her favorite person is Julia Child, and she decided very early on that she wanted to be exactly like her. Elaine’s father bought her a boxed set of Mastering the Art of French Cooking (volumes one and two) when she was eight, and she has spent the last nine years memorizing and mastering the recipes. All but the lowly omlette; that she can not make.

Every time Elaine hits a snag in her cooking, she writes a letter to Julia Child. Except that she doesn’t mail them. They sit in a trunk in her room, testimonies to her passion, her desire to be a chef, and… to her inability to make friends.

That is, until Lucida Sans (yes, she’s named after the computer font) comes into Elaine’s life. With a bang. Literally. They form an unusual friendship, that leads (because of Lucida’s weakness for a certain handsome cad) to an attempt at a cable show and, ultimately, to the Young Chef’s American Culinary Competition.

In some ways, the book is absolutely delightful. It has a fairy-tale quality (including what I thought was a hokey ending, that M pointed out it completly fit the fairy-tale-ness of the book) that was entertaining and charming. Both Elaine and Lucida were fun, sweet, enjoyable characters. Even the cad was amusing with all his preening and begging.

But, with all the sweetness, there was an underlying brashness. Elaine’s mother, an old-school feminist and a Congresswoman, dislikes her daughter’s love of cooking. In fact, the rest of the first page underscores this quite well:

“Oh, Elaine,” she had said, hurriedly stuffing papers into her briefcase, “Can’t you aspire to something higher? Twenty years since liberation and you want to stay home and slave over a burner?”

I wanted to throttle the woman. She spent the whole book underappreciating her daughter’s ability (I can’t even pronounce half of what Elaine can cook, let alone prepare it!), and trying to force her daughter to be exactly like her. (While Elaine’s brothers are free to do what they will.) The nerve of the woman. (Can you tell this really bothered me?)

And then there’s the tone of the book. The narrator bothered me at first, and while the annoyance went away, I was never fully able to lose myself in the book. (Perhaps this same critique can be said of The Disreputiable History of Frankie Landau-Banks?) I kept being bothered by the way the story was being told. And then there was the hokey ending. After finishing, I thought it was overly corny, but I can see M’s point: there is a bit of the unreal, the fairy tale perfect about it. Which, while it rubbed me the wrong way, really does suit the book.

All that aside, what I really wished was that Zemser would spend time being more sensuous about Elaine’s cooking. She dropped a lot of French words and terms, but never really described anything except the processes that Elaine used to make. I’d like to know more about the dishes (besides that they were delicious), about the smells, the sounds, the tastes. In the end, it left me not filled and satiated, as I was hoping, but empty, wishing for more.

Which is too bad. Because it was a cute little story.

The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks

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by E. Lockhart
ages: 12+
First sentence: “I, Frankie Landau-Banks, hereby confess that I was the sole mastermind behind the mal-doings of the Loyal Order of the Basset Hounds.”

When I picked this book up Monday, I was totally enthralled with Frankie. Totally loved her, the narrator, the references to Wodehouse, the neglected positives. (Gruntled. Mayed. Ept. Cracked me up.) I got about halfway through (right after she discovered the Loyal Order of the Bassett Hounds) before life got in the way, but I thought a lot about the issues it was addressing: of feeling valued, not for something people impose upon you, but for something inherent in yourself. Or, the need to feel accepted and part of a group. Or the stupid hierarchies of boarding schools. (Or high school for that matter.) And I adored the voice of the narrator; it felt like a defense lawyer was patiently taking us through the evidence of Frankie’s character, explaining, so we, at least, will understand, will get what Frankie is about. And that she’s not a mere misanthrope. (Does that mean an anthrope is someone who is respectable in society?)

But, when I picked it up yestrday, it had lost a bit of its luster. Maybe all the fun is in the anticipation of the planning, but not the execution. Either that, or if you keep reading it in one sitting, the momentum builds and keeps you in the world that Lockhart has spun. In its defens: I did love the pranks. So very Drones Club. So very brilliant of Frankie (what a mastermind). I liked the social commentary aspect of them. But it was, in many ways, anticlimatic. Sure, she could show up the boys, but the actual act of showing them up wasn’t important. It was that she could.

I think, in the end, what I really liked was that Frankie felt familiar. If I were at a boarding school, and my mind tended just a little more that way, yeah, I could see myself doing what she did. I always thought that boys were more interesting than girls, anway. I can understand why it wasn’t enough to just start a secret girls’ club, why Frankie needed to prove herself good — no, better — than the boys. And I can understand why she did it for a guy, to try to prove to him that she was better than he assumed he was. And that it all backfired on her in the end was quite, well, understandable.

So, yeah, I thought the book was uneven, and the ending just kind of ended. (I do think the ending fits the book, even though Frankie doesn’t go out and do anything spectacular; that’s not the point.) I liked it, though, mostly for Frankie, and the ideas that Lockhart was addressing (whether she intended to, or not). Frankie did something big; she proved something to herself — and to her family — that she can do something. Sure, they reacted badly, but then, most people react badly to people who think outside the box. Even if that box is something as simple and silly as a secret boys’ club at a posh boarding school.

So, here’s to the Frankie’s of the world: the girls who think outside of the box. Who invent neglected positives, and need people to understand (not just talk at) them. And here’s to the books that celebrate them.

No Cream Puffs

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by Karen Day
ages: 10+

Madison’s a girl who likes sports. It doesn’t seem like it should be that big of a deal, but two things happen the summer of 1980 to make her life more complicated. First, Casey moves in and “steals” Madison’s best friend, Sara, with her tube tops, lip gloss, and perfectly manicured nails. Suddenly Sara is no longer interested in bike riding and swimming at the lake. Madison agonizes over not only the loss over her friend — wondering how they could have gone such vastly different directions in such a short of time — but also in figuring out and justifying her own wants and desires. She wants boys to pay attention to her, but they don’t because she’s not labeled, and doesn’t dress like, a “pretty girl”. She spends hours in front of a mirror, wondering what the implications of lip gloss are. And, not since Are You There God, it’s Me, Margaret, have I read about a character who’s as obsessed with her breasts. Madison’s always focusing on them; they’re sources of pride (they’re larger than the other girls), and resentment (same reason) for her.

The second big thing, and probably the more defining one, is that Madison decides to play in the boy’s baseball league. She’s a brilliant pitcher, and is encouraged by her older brother to test her skill in the league (since there isn’t a girl’s league). Because of this, she makes waves in her little town. Some people want to make her a pariah: she’s a girl, she has an unfair advantage because no one will want to hurt her, she’ll bring down the level of the game. Others, her mother included, want to make her out to be a trailblazer, a feminist, someone who stands up for women’s rights. Madison, refreshingly, just wants to play the game. She wins the boys on her team over by her hard work and skill, even though there’s constant competition between her and the other pitcher on the team. And, aside from the desire to get rid of her breasts (she wears a swimsuit under her uniform, so her left boob doesn’t “poke through” the “O” on the team name), she’s more comfortable around boys in her baseball uniform than otherwise.

This is a fun look at a girl’s desire to just be herself, and dealing with the conflicting interests in her life — there’s some sub-plots that involve her divorced parents and a rock star that moves in across the street, too — and finding a way to be her best self. It’s not a perfect book, but it sure is enjoyable to read.

(Just for the record: because this is a Cybils nominee, I’ve been asked to make sure y’all know this is my opinion only, and not that of the panel.)

Off the Menu

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It’s not often I get a request to be a part of a book tour, and so when I got an email about this one, as part of the TLC book tours, I jumped at the chance.

The novel follows three Asian-American women — Whitney, Hercules and Audrey — two of which are children of immigrants (the other is an adopted child of rich, white parents). All three were valedictorians of the same high school, and have kept up their friendship (albeit a slightly competitive friendship) ever since. It’s an interesting look at women and friendships, Asians and achievement, and how friendships and dreams and parents all work together (or not).

I don’t think I went in with any expectations — good or bad — but I invariably compared it to the Amy Tan novels I read. (I’m sure that Son is going to get a lot of those comparisons…) And I didn’t find it lacking. In fact, while I didn’t get the same cultural feel that one gets from a Tan novel, I did find I could relate to the characters on a more visceral level. Sure, they’re younger than I am and Asian, but what woman (or man) doesn’t have problems with their parents sometimes? Or their friends? Or harbors secret dreams of doing something other than what society expects of her (or him)?

In addition, I liked the characters. Hercules is a vibrant character — brash and abrasive, yet lovable and approachable. She was my favorite, I think, because she worked so hard, and cared so much and yet was completely clueless as to how to show it. I think I liked Audrey the least — she’s brilliant, beautiful, rich, loving, with a totally supportive man… in short, completely perfect. Sure, her mom’s a total control freak, but that didn’t do enough to humanize her in my mind. In fact, when her dreams all worked out for her in the end, I just rolled my eyes. Whitney was somewhere in the middle — good, perfect even, but had enough challenges to make her seem less goddess-like than Audrey came off.

Son managed to balance the three perspectives quite nicely; I never felt like the story was choppy, or that any of the lesser characters were slighted for Whitney’s story (even if hers felt like the main one). My only real complaint is that I felt confused with the passage of time; the events of one chapter would unfold, and then the next would take place three weeks, or six months later. It would always take me a bit to catch up and figure out when everything was going on.

But that’s a minor quibble. On the whole, it was a good, interesting read.

Don’t forget to check out the rest of the tour!
Friday, November 7th: Ramya’s Bookshelf
Monday, November 10th: Pop Culture Junkie
Tuesday, November 11th: 8Asians
Wednesday, November 12th: Savvy Verse and Wit
Thursday, November 13th: In The Pages
Friday, November 14th: She is Too Fond of Books
Monday, November 17th: Planet Books
Tuesday, November 18th: B & B ex Libris
Wednesday, November 19th: DISGRASIAN
Thursday, November 20th: Booking Mama
Monday, November 24th: The Literate Housewife Review
Tuesday, November 25th: Feminist Review
Wednesday, November 26th: Diary of an Eccentric

Rebecca

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I saw the Alfred Hitchcock movie years and years ago, and remember thinking that I should probably read the book. I didn’t follow through (don’t know why, it really was that long ago!), but when Cami told me she wasn’t talking to me 🙂 until I read Rebecca, I figured it was time to actually get the book read.

And…

I’m not sure. It was a really good melodrama, full of suspense and tension. I liked the descriptions. I thought Mrs. Danvers was sufficiently horrible and horrifying in her attachment to the dead Rebecca, and her attempts to sabatoge Maxim’s current marriage. I thought the ending, while abrupt, was probably the most fitting way (and I know I should have seen it coming, but it still caught me off guard) to end the book. There were parts when I cringed, there were parts that I wondered how it would all work out, there were parts that really creeped me out, and I understood why it was Hitchcock who put this book on film.

But. The fact that the current Mrs. de Winter never had a name really bothered me. Enormously. I’m still trying to put a finger on why; perhaps it was a feminist thing, but I think it was mostly that I like my characters to have names. I can’t imagine what they look like if they don’t have a name. And I have no idea how to summarize a book if I don’t have a name to give to the main character. I understand the literary motivation behind du Maruier’s choice not to name her main character, it just really bothered me. And — I suppose this is connected to the name thing — her relationship with Maxim bothered me, too. This time I’m sure it’s the 21st-century feminist in me, because I didn’t like how totally and utterly submissive Mrs. de Winter was. If she only had a bit more backbone, she wouldn’t have ended up in the situations she ended up in. But, I guess that was the point. She gained backbone through the course of the book, when all the secrets were out; but why did it take the assurance of Maxim’s love to give her one? Couldn’t she have one on her own?

I am glad I read it, though; it was an interesting and intriguing book. And now I need to go watch the movie again. I’m curious as to how it stands up.

The Hollow Hills

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When I started this one, Hubby commented that it was his favorite of the trilogy, mostly because Merlin goes traveling across Europe. While I liked Crystal Cave because I liked the Merlin that Stewart created, I liked this one primarily because this is my favorite part of the Arthurian legend. That, and Merlin goes a-traveling, which is always fun, too.

The Hollow Hills picks up right after the fateful night of Arthur’s conception, with Merlin limping back to his home in the cave in Wales. He’s servant-less for a while (which was mildly amusing; Merlin is just incapable of taking care of himself), but eventually gains a reluctant servant in Ralf, when he’s banished from the King’s (and by now Queen’s) presence, mostly for his role in that fateful night. Eventually, the Queen (and King) call Merlin to them and ask him for his help in taking care of Arthur and making sure Arthur is safe. Merlin, of course, makes the arrangements, and then, possibly to add mystery to the tale and most definitely to misdirect his (and Arthur’s) enemies, he takes off for the mainland of Europe, traveling to all the big cities. It’s not a large part of the novel, but it is an enjoyable one.

Once he deems it safe — well, actually because King Uther is dying and Merlin is who he is — Merlin heads back to Britain. He takes up residence in the Wild Forest, near where Arthur is being fostered, and takes over the mentoring of Arthur. I love this part; basically the last third of the book when Arthur himself enters the story. It’s the stuff legends are made of (well, duh): a strong-willed, energetic boy, learning all he can from an older, wiser man and then that boy somehow making himself worthy to become what he truly is… a King.

I did have some quibbles with this one, most notably with Morgause. I think I like Marion Zimmer Bradley’s treatment of the women better (as well I should, since Mists of Avalon is a pretty feminist-slanted work). While I recognize that Stewart was trying to be as faithful to history, giving men all the “power” and shunting the women off to the side (Merlin’s mother, Ninane wasn’t terribly well portrayed, though she wasn’t as weak as Ygraine), it still grated on me how Morgause, from pretty much the get-go was portrayed as a power-hungry, evil woman. Perhaps she was. (Perhaps she didn’t even exist.) But, I prefer Bradley’s interpretation of the women.

Aside from that (and that’s really only the last chapters), it’s a thoroughly enjoyable book. I still like Merlin as a character, and I think Stewart’s aging him nicely. I like that his character feels different in this book than he did in the last one: more mature, weightier, as he comes into the power and reason for existing that he’s been waiting for his whole life. He’s still portrayed as an imperfect human, but she draws more heavily on the prophecy and Sight aspects of Merlin’s character. Because of this, he’s beginning to take on the role that he’s known for best: that of Arthur’s right-hand, as well as prophet and enchanter. Even with all this, though, Merlin’s still a sympathetic character, as well as an understandable one.

Only one more book to go.

Eight Feet in the Andes

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I think, perhaps, several years ago I would have been more inclined to like this book by Dervla Murphy. I think I would have admired her, thought her ambitious and adventuresome for climbing the Andes mountains with no companions except her 9-year-old daughter and a mule, living on the land and the generosity of the Peruvians. I think I would have found her feminist observations — why can’t a woman do this by herself, anyway? — inspiring.

Now… I just think she’s crazy. Crazy for even thinking about hiking through the Andes. Crazy for taking her daughter along. Crazy because… well… let’s just say it’s not something I even remotely related to. (Not that I have to, but it didn’t amuse or inspire me, either.)

It took me a while to get into the book — it’s a diary, and those are hit and miss with me. This time, it was more misses than hits. There’s really no story here. They hike from place to place. They have food sometimes; they sleep in various places. They almost freeze, rescued by a native family who didn’t speak a word of Spanish or English. And, by the entries in mid-October I was tired. Tired of her whining about modern civilization (though early on I thought it had Wendell Berry-esque overtones), tired of the paces she put her child through. Tired of Peru.

So, I abandoned them. Sure, I checked the back: whew, they made it to the end of the trail safe by Christmas Day. Yee-haw.

That’s the third book for the Armchair Challenge. Not one memorable one yet. Maybe I ought to re-think my list….