Finished the Dragon Tattoo series...and...etc....(onto #33)

I will review 'The Girl Who Played with Fire' and 'The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets Nest' at the same time. Mostly because the stories are totally intertwined, and then also...because I felt the same way about each, or both. They are wonderful. I literally could not put either of the books down. They were exciting, danger-filled, intense, sad and brilliant. There is no question that the first of the series was the most amazing in my eyes. Perhaps this is because I was newly introduced to all of the complex characters that make up the series; notably Salander and Blomkvist. However, it is not my intention to diminish the remainder of the series in any fashion. They hold up in their own regard as enthralling stories that speak to the weaknesses in [socialist] government. Of course there is something to be said for the fact that the current news is bursting with stories of wildly intelligent and successful hackers, such that it gives credence to the author's somewhat fanciful tales. It leads the reader to wonder if Stieg wasn't simply creating a paranoid theory about the potential of an all-powerful, all controlling government, but was just a bit ahead of his time. There is something certainly reminiscent of 1984. There is not much I can write about these books without giving them away, but whether the quality holds up over the course of the series...it was worth every moment I spent reading them. I will also say that it made me think, quite critically, about the absolute power corrupts absolutely clause. It certainly does. Final pronouncement: utterly enjoyable, no question.

For special number 32 I read the silliest book imaginable. That is I finished 'Chasing Harry Winston' by Lauren Weisberger. Honestly, I don't have one bad word to say about this book. Certainly not winning any literary awards, but delightful nonetheless and a profound experience for me. Let me explain before it seems as though I had a 'CTJ' moment from a piece of women's fiction/romance. One of the characters is 29ish and finds out that her younger sister, who coincidentally is married, is pregnant. It isn't until she is on the phone with a good friend that she is able to express how difficult this experience is emotionally. That she is overjoyed to learn of her sister's expecting, but struggles with how she has somewhat fallen behind in this regard. She is able to move past these feelings of pain to really come into her own (no, I am not a fan of that expression...however, it suits the situation). She is empowered enough to tell a creepy old boyfriend to buzz off and feel content with what she does have (friendship, work, etc.). Although told in an entirely dramatic and playful fashion, something about her revelations and experiences really spoke to me. In other words, there was most definitely a reason why I picked up this book. I would categorize this book as good for: 1. a vacation (beach read), 2. a post break-up time period or 3. snuggling up inside on a cold winter day. Just the sweet treat I was craving.

Reading 'Looking for Alaska' by John Green directly following was like a proverbial splash of cold water in my face. Being introduced to YA fiction by my mother has been nothing short of a divine intervention. Most of the YA fiction I have read as of late has been more intelligent and filled with emotional depth than the adult fiction I have perused. This book is sorrowful, brilliant and thought provoking. The characters are engaging, charming and bring about a compassion that I haven't experienced as of late while reading. Mr. Green is a skilled story teller and I found myself laughing aloud and then with tears in my eyes a few pages later. His gentle handling of youth, friendship and death is beyond what I have experienced in any fiction as of late, YA or otherwise. The interactions between the characters (their dialogue) is brilliant and fascinating. I implore anyone and everyone to pick this one up. Its a quick read, but one that will, without question, stay with you. Happy Holidays...

So much to say...so much to say....(FINALLY #'s 27, 28, 29 and 30).

There is no excuse, but I have been far too swamped to update lately, so I haven't. I have finished quite a few books, and I will first list, and then 'review', if you will.

1. The Abstinence Teacher by Tom Perrotta
2. The Bean Trees by Barbara Kingsolver
3. Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins
4. Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins

In 'The Abstinence Teacher', Perrotta weaves a tale predominantly involving two characters in the suburb of Stonewood Heights, single mother Ruth Ramsay, the sex ed teacher at the local high school, and Tim, a reformed drug addict belonging to the Tabernacle of the Gospel Truth. Ramsey's liberal beliefs as she espouses them in her sex ed class are vilified by the Tabernacle members and they wage a pseudo crusade against Ruth. As seems to be the case these days around suburbs throughout our fair country, the school agrees to an abstinence curriculum and forces Ruth to adopt the same. Ruth struggles between adopting these antiquated, conservative and somewhat harmful lessons whilst trying to contend with the religious fervor spreading throughout the school and even infecting her daughter's soccer team. Tim's struggle to remain sober and a strong member of the church make him a sympathetic and interesting character all at once. Both characters are intense and multi-dimensional, so their eventual relationship (whatever it may turn into) is somewhat predictable in its surprising flavor. I found the book to be scary, interesting, frustrating and humorous. Definitely an interesting read for those with an open mind and a liberal spirit.

On to 'The Bean Trees'.... I cannot seem to say enough about Ms. Kingsolver. She has a talent for telling a story quite unlike any author I have ever come into contact with. She takes the most outlandish characters and events and makes them instantly likable and easy to relate to. She does this through wit, with intelligence and a ton of heart. Taylor, one of the main characters, leaves Kentucky to escape a life plagued with babies and tires...only to find herself a baby and a job with tires. Taylor finds herself in Tucson, Arizona at an outfit called Jesus Is Lord Used Tires, run by a woman named Mattie. Along for the ride in Taylor's beat-up VW Bug is Turtle, an abandoned Cherokee child who has clearly been abused and neglected. It isn't far into the novel when we meet Lou Ann, Taylor's neurotic but lovable neighbor who also ran away from Kentucky, only to find herself pregnant with a dead beat husband. I laughed out loud several times while reading this book and found myself utterly charmed with how Turtle and Lou Ann change and shape Taylor's life; teaching her powerful lessons along the way. Ms. Kingsolver has a way of taking simple vocabulary and complex characters and making an unforgettable and life changing story. I enjoyed every last word and was absolutely heart broken to reach the end. A must read!

I can clearly review 'Catching Fire' and 'Mockingjay' together. I am wary to review these books as I do not want to take away any one's delight in reading these pieces of young adult fiction. If you are not reading this series (The Hunger Games series) because of the 'young adult' category, then you are surely missing out on something really wonderful. Ms. Collins uses science fiction and fanciful tales to illustrate a story that is laden with social and political implications. She is absolutely brilliant, no question. These books have so much to say about media, government, protection of the people, racism, discrimination, sexism, and, of course...love. Each book is exciting and note worthy on its own and leaves you hungering for more (no pun intended)...even the last of the series. I was disappointed when it ended not because it wasn't told to a seriously good finale, but because I yearned for more. If you are turned off by the YA status...I implore you to 'get over yourself' and go for it...you will not be let down.

I am currently finishing the 'Girl With the Dragon Tattoo' series and 'Incendiary'...

Almost there...and not quite (#'s 23, 24, 25 and 26)

The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake: Aimee Bender -My sadness came when this book drew to a conclusion. Ironically, I read it nearly at the same time as my sister and we had radically different points of view and feelings on the book itself and then the ending. As far as I'm concerned, Ms. Bender is skill full in devising a magical tale, focused around Rose Edelstein, a little girl (in third grade at the beginning of this story) who can literally taste the emotions in those who prepare her food. She discovers this skill/curse when she 'tastes' her mother's sadness and dissatisfaction in life in the lemon cake made explicitly for her birthday. This tale is woven skillfully by Bender as Rose grows up and her life is affected profoundly by this revelation. The description of the family and their emotional handicaps is nothing short of beautiful and makes it evident that Bender has a serious talent for delving into the human soul. Although the ending might be beyond the believability quotient for most, I implore any to read this tale. Even if the specifics seem fantastical, Bender's writing and understanding of the human psyche make the 304 pages fly by without an awareness of length/time.

The Hunger Games: Suzanne Collins I was shocked to find out that this book is categorized for young adults. Not so much for the writing itself, but the profound concepts behind the science fiction like story. Never, in my opinion, has a tougher female character, been more inherently likable. Katniss is a brave young woman faced with task of participating in these horrifying, gladiator like games, in a post-apocalyptic world in order to save her younger sister (Prim) from the same fate. There is so much to say about this book that I don't know where to start without giving it away. The book has the boy meets girl (in a death game), girl maybe loves two boys (Peeta versus Gale), component and then spirals quickly into a tale that leads to questions about what we, as humans, are capable of. The most amazing part of the story for me was that it wasn't beyond plausible reasoning that the human race could indeed get to this point one day. In other words, regress to Roman times when this sort of human sacrifice provided entertainment for the masses. Without giving away too much information on this wonderful book, I can only say that I was deeply disappointed at the cliffhanger ending and cannot wait to read the second book in the series (the continuation). So, along those lines, to be continued...

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo: Stieg Larsson- I suppose this book or series of books needs no real introduction as they are all the rage right now. Once I finished the first in the series, I can see why. Not only did the books remind me of my time in Sweden (familiar names, areas, etc.) but I was astounded when thinking of how the now deceased author's life was profoundly affected by the Swedish government as his characters experienced the same. I literally could not put this book down. I read it from cover to cover on the plane ride home from Spain. I intended to nap but didn't want to miss an opportunity to take in every word, line and page I could grab prior to disembarking. It turns out that was every page until the very last. This novel is exciting, mysterious, funny, beautiful and scary. The implications about government, socialism, religion, sexual abuse, relationships and media are outrageous and painfully true on so many levels. I find myself desperate to discover the essence/source of Lisbeth Salander's pain and anger and more excited to know what trouble she gets herself into in the second book of this three book series. I am only troubled to know that this talented writer passed before his time and didn't have the chance to bless us with additional writing(s).

However Tall the Mountain: A Dream, Eight Girls, and a Journey Home: Awista Ayub- This book tells of the true story of a group of girls from Afghanistan and their introduction to American soccer. It is a tale of cultural differences, discrimination (sexual and ethnic), and ultimately, self-awareness and transformation. Though I found the jump in character descriptions to be confusing at times, the overall story warmed my heart and inspired me to continue my work advocating for girls/women's rights around the globe. I was motivated by their bravery and passion in the face of extreme hatred, poverty, and fear mongering. It also gave me a serious sense of appreciation for that which I have available to me and the freedoms which I am permitted in this wonderful country. Though sexual discrimination certainly exists in this country, it is clearly not of the same magnitude. I was allowed to study, work and dream big about my future. I can only wish that we will, over time, give women around the world (particularly in these regions of the world) something that they can truly hope for and is within their reach (success, happiness, etc.). Every woman should read this story, but without question, so should every man.

#'s 21 and 22...end stretch...

I finished 'The Lost Memoirs of Jane Austen' by Syrie James and 'QBVII' by Leon Uris almost simultaneously. What I found staggering was how different these books were and yet how similar in what they highlighted about human nature and the human condition. What do I mean by this? Both books involved the fragility and strength of humans, their capacity for greatness and horror, and the result of such. Ms. James novel was just beautiful. I don't know how much was true to Jane Austen's story, but I love to believe most of it was. The sadness of her failure in love was absolutely heartbreaking, but her selfless sacrifice made it all the more romantic and tragic. I absolutely relished in her independent and strong spirit at a time when women were not celebrated or renowned for such traits. The characters were all at once colorful and interesting and I was riveted until the very last page. What I found most apropos was the entire idea of the 'young spinster', as I struggle with those feelings and concepts today, in 2010. I tried to imagine what it would be like for Ms. Austen to encounter such a situation as a bright, vivacious, talented woman, during a time when single hood was very much frowned upon. I sadly cannot say much has changed. I would urge any person with a romantic spirit to read this charming book, as the possibly speculative nature does not at all detract from its undeniable lure and keen sense of wit.

'QBVII' is a four part novel highlighting a libel trial involving the accusation of medical torture and experimentation during the height of WWII and Nazism. I cannot say I was surprised by the power of this book, as Mr. Uris has always been able to captivate me with his way with words. I didn't know until after I finished reading this tale that it is loosely based on the author's own experience with libel accusations with regard to one of my favorite books of all time, 'Exodus'. This book brings to light the old question of when someone is following orders, do they then bear the weight of less responsibility for their actions? Not unlike 'Hunting Eichmann', I found myself unable to conjure up any compassion for this Nazi doctor or any of his compatriots, nor could I align myself with their calm rationale for such monstrous and horrifying behavior. I don't believe its because I am Jewish, or even because I am a woman, but merely because I am a human being. I will not disclose the powerful ending as I believe it truly rounds out this fabulous book, but I will say that the judge passes down a ruling infinitely more powerful than those imagined by me when eagerly reading through each page. Although this book was a work of fiction, I know that these events occurred [with different participants] and almost 70 years later I am blown away, and reminded why we cannot even forget human suffering, whether in this country or around the world. When we let something occur of this magnitude, no matter how far from our borders, we condone this behavior and I do and will always believe it is absolutely unacceptable. We must modify our meddling and the way in which we get involved, but I think we should never forsake each other. Never.

#20

Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything is a 2005 non-fiction book by Steven Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner. It was fascinating. My favorite part, by far, is the end whereas the author asks, 'what is the purpose of this information' and they answer a resounding 'um...no real purpose except to make you think'. Basically, it is a book that makes one think. It gives a totally new perspective on the world and to speak frankly, I like it. The book discussing cheating, parenting, drug dealing, the KKK, naming kids, and abortion. Just a quick glance at the topic matter would give someone an immediate indication that this is literature that truly runs the gamut. There isn't too much to say except the book served its purpose...it made me think!

When Life Hurts.

#19...the last hurrah before I break #20, was 'Between Here and April' by Deborah Copaken. There are so many issues this book brought to the surface. In no particular order, here they are:

1. How could a mother kill her two children/babies?
2. Why do we (people, women) allow society to dictate what path we should take in life (i.e. marriage, kids, etc.)?
3. When we (again...) make the decision to take the path less taken or less accepted; why are we beaten to a pulp by the people we love the most?
4. How do we overcome our fears?

I know, crazy, right? So few questions with such big answers. There is so much 'meat' that I am presenting and I don't have a solid good answer for any or all of those questions. That is how deep this book is. I did wonder at times if the story was too deep for its own good. It delved into and discussed via the characters (notably Elizabeth Steiger, the main character) post-partum depression, spousal abuse, domestic violence, marital unhappiness, pornography, medical bias, misogyny...and the list goes on. I believe each of these issues are painfully important but I wonder if each lost merit when intermingled with the others. Or perhaps it is a taste of something that we should each resolve personally. I couldn't help but think about the decisions I have made in my life to conform to society's plan for me and then the thunderous and resounding boos when I have stepped outside that neat little circle. My heart wept for the women out there who do not have a voice or a leader and stay buried in their hopelessness and despair. Some women don't kill their children. They don't have obvious breakdowns. They get up every day and shower and eat and take care of themselves to the best of their ability, but they are not happy and in the end, they are just going through the proverbial motions. I am not downplaying or erasing the impact or experience of men. I am strictly speaking as a woman, reading a book about women. This is a beautiful and heart wrenching story. Everything is not 'a-ok' at the end, but it gives one food for thought. Every woman should read this. No question.

Oh Melissa Bank...how I heart you...

I just finished 'The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing' by Melissa Bank. After I completed 'The Wonder Spot' and raved about it to no end; it was recommended that I read Ms. Bank's first foray into writing. Oh and what a wonderful recommendation it was. I loved every second. Not only did the short story format make the book entirely user friendly (I could finish an entire tale in a short bit of time) but each of the stories was totally charming. She has a dry sense of humor that once again had me laughing out loud, and the keen ability to present relationships and human interaction in the most raw, realistic fashion I've ever read. Jane Rosenal, the main character, was all at once sympathetic and infuriating, in her susceptibility to flights of fancy and interesting take on the world. I found myself nodding while reading about her relationships, remembering full well the personal exploration into a world of uncertainty, jealously, and undying love and devotion. The relationship she has with her family is strangely kitchy and totally enviable. Ms. Bank has quite the talent and I can only hope she will attempt another novel in my lifetime.

#'s 15, 16, and 17...moving it right along.

Well I'm not entirely sure why I waited to finish three books to blog about them, but so it is. I will write about them in the order I finished them. First up, 'Hunting Eichmann' by Neal Bascomb (also...'How a Band of Survivors and a Young Spy Agency Chased Down The World's Most Notorious Nazi '). This is the story of the Israeli team (members of Mossad and Shin Bet) who tracked down and successfully captured Adolf Eichmann, a Nazi war criminal, in Buenos Aires in 1960. I read this book from a variety of perspectives; as a human being, a Jewish woman, an advocate for peace, an avid reader [voraciously eating up non-fiction and 'war stories'] and a lover of all things related to the human psyche and what drives people to do what they do. I don't know what was more profound for me...the description of Eichmann, both as a manager of genocide, and as a pathetic prisoner/kidnap victim...or the depiction of his victims and captors. What was most terrifying to read was the 'company man' mentality that Eichmann boasted and even used as a defense during his trial. As far as he was concerned he was just getting the job done as ordered. He was a brilliant strategist; never photographed or seen personally killing a Jew. However, he sat calmly at his desk and coldly planned the transport and annihilation of millions of Jewish people. What is most profound is that even after the Allies were closing in and things were coming to an end; Eichmann continued to round up as many Jews as possible to prevent their escape and survival. On the other hand, the humanity and humility and pain of the Israeli soldiers who eventually captured Eichmann, was breathtaking. It wasn't just their dedication to the cause (despite grave personal sacrifice) but their unrelenting perseverance, even when their chase seemed futile. Their observation that he was just a pitiable, small, stupid man [upon capture] made their struggles all the more painful to read about. The book was everything that a book of this genre should be. It was exciting, historically on point, moving and appalling. I felt better for knowing the story but also like I could transport myself back in time to hit this disgusting little man until my fists were bloodied. What I marveled at most of all, was how easy it was for these criminals, these distasteful pieces of garbage...to justify the most horrific, inhuman behavior with the simple explanation of 'we were just doing a job, as ordered'. It certainly gives perspective to the sacrifices we make, morally or mentally, for the sake of keeping stable work. It absolutely leads me to take a closer look at the genocide around the world that exists today, and how easy it is for it to spiral out into insanity...and how few of those monsters who 'run the show' are caught and punished for their actions. A difficult but well written book...worth the time it takes.

Another amazing fact that I knew but was painfully reminded of during 'Hunting Eichmann' was how permissive and lax other countries were, including the United States, when it came to dealing with Nazi war criminals. In fact, I consider myself a fairly patriotic person, so I found that detail most distasteful and dismaying. Therefore, it was absolutely ironic that my next book would be 'Founding Brothers' by Joseph J. Ellis; an accounting of the men and events that shaped this 'great' nation. In fact, one of the main subjects of debate between the early Federalist and Republic parties was our involvement [or lack thereof] in foreign affairs. Mr. Ellis focuses his book on a few pivotal moments in the life of the new nation through a description of the deeply intertwined lives [and relationships] of John Adams, Aaron Burr, Benjamin Franklin, Alexander Hamilton, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and George Washington. He touches upon the establishment of a capital for the nation, the debate on how the nation would eradicate the [Revolutionary] War debt, the race for the Presidential seat given GW's resignation and many other events and discussions that shaped our nation as we know it today. Most fascinating for me was the idea that politics has always had this supercharged gossipy, nasty element to it. People will often refer to simpler times, and it becomes obvious in the reading of this book, that the early years in this country were anything BUT simple. Actually, an argument can be made to the contrary...that it was these men, their actions, their politics and their lives that set the precedent and foundation for American politics as we know it today. What I didn't expect was the friendships and animosities that these men shared, and how intensely their relationships impacted national and political strategy. I adored the small personal details shared about the men that I would never have learned in a typical history class (ie. Madison's diminuitive stature or John and Abigail Adams political union). I also enjoyed the bigger picture facts that eluded me in school, such as the real arguments for and against slavery. I feel as if every child in the United States should be required to read this book before graduating from high school. Not only does it provide massive food for thought but it gives the founders of our nation a humanness that I never quite considered. That is truly humbling.

And...what better to end a good run with than a completely bonkers, off-the-wall tale? 'NNNNN' by Carl Reiner was at once enjoyable with its quirky sense of humor and interesting characters, but mildly disturbing in its absolutely insanity. Nat Noland, the main character and coincidently, an author, is in the middle of a full throttle mid-life crisis when he happenstances upon his unusual and disturbing origin. Nat's visits to a Viennese analyst lead him to discover his three brothers and the possible root of his nuttiness. While most of the story was utterly fantastical; Nat's talking-to-himself incidents provided fodder for some serious laughter and after two extremely serious novels, it was a welcome relief. This book spans roughly the same number of pages as 'Founding Brothers' and yet I found myself reading this particular tale in half the time. Not the most enjoyable read I have endured, but certainly a breath of fresh air and good for a serious chuckle.

I want to babysit for Ursula Wong.

The main character (sort of) within Ingrid Hill's novel 'Ursula, Under' is a precocious little girl named Ursula Wong. Her dad, Justin, is a Chinese-Polish (yup, you read correctly) blue collar worker and harmonica player (musician if you will). Annie, Ursula's mom, is a quiet but colorful librarian who barely escaped from an alcoholic father not long after her beloved mother died. Annie as a young girl was struck by a car while out riding on her bicycle and as a result, is crippled for life. Given her painful emotional and physical experiences growing up, as well as her love for adventure [and literature], she sets out with her husband to delve deeper into her family's origin; roots, if you will. Fate brings the small family to a former mining town in middle America where Annie searches for the cave where her great-grandfather died, years before. The rambunctious and active Ursula runs down an abandoned road to follow a deer and falls down an old mine shaft, and thus the story begins. I will admit that while I immensely enjoyed each of the mini stories within this novel, the tales of Ursula's ancestors, from which she came to be, I couldn't always follow the lineage trail. I got the general gist, and that coupled with the charm of each story/chapter, gave me a solid appreciation for this book. I found the characters to be likable, sympathetic, exasperating, angering, delightful, and admirable. I read this in just two settings, and with the complexity it boasts chapter to chapter; I might recommend that any reader attempt to do the same. 'Ursula, Under' forced me to question my heritage and wonder about all the great-great grandmothers, grandfathers, aunts, uncles and cousins who have/had stories I have never heard. The fables or stories throughout the book all lend weight to the same question....how do you measure a life? A profound and thoroughly enjoyable novel...and the last before my half-way point. Happy reading!

Lucky number 13...

She did it again. Barbara Kingsolver absolutely blew me right out of the water with 'The Lacuna'.  I feel confident in saying that never has an author so skillfully taken one character's story through three decades in history. What a beautifully written, stunning novel. Harrison William Shepherd is the son of a divorced American (D.C. bound) father and a Mexican mother. A level-headed, calm tempered man and a fiery hot, trendy, passionate woman, came together to borne into this world a character, a man, of great depth, intelligence, talent and ultimately, dignity. This boy who turns into a man between 1929 and 1951, and over the course of 500 pages, is a foreigner wherever he roams. A gringo, or American in Mexico, a Mexican or traitorous Communist in America. Kingsolver demonstrates that she is truly, unquestioningly, a master of the literary trade, as she gently folds into the dough that is Harrison's story, some of the most influential figures in the 20th century; Frida Kahlo, Diego Rivera, Leon Trotsky, etc. The book tells Harrison's story through diaries (his own as well as others), articles, and letters. From the time he is a young boy subject to the every whim of his spontaneous mother to his later-in-life settling down in Asheville, NC; Kingsolver paints Harrison as a wholly likable, completely sympathetic character. The beginning description of the boy's experiences in Mexico were mysterious, colorful and utterly delicious. I found myself loving and hating Frida Kahlo at the same time; wanting her to be reasonable while admiring her fire and genius. I felt as though I could taste on my tongue every pastry the young Harrison prepared, feel every sense of elation when he was singled out and asked to cook or write, and be gutted with every abandonment. Later in the novel, I was taken back to the same period of history I seem to be magnetically drawn to lately, when Harrison is forced to defend himself in front of the Un-American Activities Committee in his adult life. Again, I found it staggering, despite my recent foray into this time period, to fully accept and comprehend the allowable hysteria that spread through this nation, and around the world...turning neighbors, friends and co-workers against one another. It makes me frighteningly aware of how authority figures, whether they be in families, the government, or place of work, have the ability to spin the truth to suit a very dark, and terrible mission. I applaud Ms. Kingsolver in her ability to change Mr. Shepherd's voice as he matures through the years, from an eager child, to a timid but intelligent teenager and then a near celebrity adult. Just like his fans, I think I fell a little in love with Mr. Shepherd by the end of this tale; celebrating and admiring his eloquence (when living his life and defending such as well), his kindness (in dealing with his dear friend and secretary, Ms. Brown) and his deeply rooted and swiftly found passion. The only times I felt the true girth of this novel (and its 500 pages) were each and every occasion where I was forced to set the book down to attend to my 'life' only to return again when time permitted. I urge the reader to persevere. Though the first few chapters are interesting, they are dry as compared to the vivid color and life as the rest of the book. Ms. Kingsolver has, once again, written a lovely and apt to be celebrated, page turner. In one word: breathtaking. 

As if Chihuly wasn't enough of a reason to visit Washington...

Now I absolutely have to go. Stop 1....visit Tacoma and see the Bridge of Light...Step 2, visit Seattle to take a walk through the infamous Panama Hotel. This desire to roam around the West Coast occurred as I finished 'The Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet', Jamie Ford's debut novel. The story opens in 1986, with Henry, a Chinese-American man, agonizing over whether to enter the Panama Hotel and peruse through belongings left behind by Japanese-Americans during World War II when all were sent to internment camps. Ford deftly moves between the 1940's and the 1980's; unraveling the tale of Henry and Keiko, the Japanese-American girl whom Henry befriends and grows to love. I do not know what was more thrilling about this book, the spot on usage of historical faction or the fairy tale love story that had me from page 1. Ford parallels the strained relationship Henry shares with his son Marty again the difficult relationship he had with his traditional Chinese father [and mother]. The irony lies in the fact that Henry rebuffed his father's attempts at cultural preservation and discipline, and then separated himself from Marty through his clinging to old traditions and superstitions. Although the description of the internment camp(s) is as objective as possible in such a tale, I found myself thoroughly reminded of and horrified by our (humans) capacity for hatred. It made me poignantly aware of today's stereotypes and racism; starkly evident throughout communities, small and large, around the country. Henry's father called to mind not just the danger of hatred, but the capacity humans have for depravity when faced with fear. Though you can smell the sadness and desperation of the characters through Ford's colorful writing style, it doesn't make the danger and small mindedness of it all any more palatable. Although I can see why some might be turned off by the slightly saccharine ending; I would fully enchanted. Given the wounds that Henry was forced to suffer through deliberate deception, hatred, and worst of all, just life at its worst, I cheered at the end.  Better than that, I consider myself to be open minded and liberal, and all loving, but this novel made me acutely aware of the small prejudices that I might carry around, a flaw and a burden. Furthermore, it helped me release them into the wind. That is a solid novel. Four stars, two thumbs up....a MUST READ.

Methinks I misspoke...onto #11...

I just finished ‘The Given Day’ by Dennis Lehane. The story is set in Boston at the beginning of the 20th century and details the lives and experiences of two families, one black and one white. It is a rich tale woven with the multifaceted thread of historical faction. The two main characters are Danny Coughlin (a young cop and son to one of the more corrupt/influential police captains of the time) and Luther Laurence (a young man turned outlaw given an unfortunate run in with a dangerous crime boss). The reason I found this novel so engaging had to do with the deftness with which Lehane was able to interject historical facts (and climate) into a romantic story filled to the brim with family, friendship and love. The book focuses on a time of political unrest, social discord, discrimination, racism, immigration, corruption and revolution. The story only served to ignite my interest in this era; fanning the flames with mention of powerful figures during this time in history (i.e. W.E.B DuBois, Calvin Coolidge and John Hoover), as well a recounting of the origin of the NAACP and the labor unions in this country. During this current time of unrest in the United States, and throughout the world, this book brought to mind the idea that there are always, within the masses, a few individuals that possess a spirit of independence and individuality; an unwavering commitment to an honest truth, no matter the popular sentiment. It brought to the forefront my compassion, understanding and curiosity. Despite the sheer number of characters sprinkled throughout the pages of this book; Lehane was able to give each and every one a magical, or at times infuriating, complexity. Lehane doesn’t shy away from tragedy in order to achieve literary romanticism, but rather paints the misfortune of his characters in such vibrant colors so as to illicit heartbreak from the reader. A successful book to me is one that leaves me wanting for more. More information, more time, just more…and Lehane accomplishes this very task brilliantly.

War and Peace...sort of...

I am a bit behind…what else is new? I finished ‘The Rule of Four’ by Ian Caldwell and Dustin Thomason and ‘Saturday’ by Ian McEwan.

Saturday is a novel set within a single day in the early 2000’s. Henry Perowne, the main character, is successful neurosurgeon who enjoys a trouble free marriage and general home life. What he struggles with is the general state of the world—where we have ended up post-9-11. By ‘we’, I suppose for him it is London but he pessimistically ruminates on the state of the world beyond his singular metropolitan. I am not surprised as I have historically been a fan of Mr. McEwan’s writing, but this particular tale took my breath away. This novel is a singular day described in nearly 300 pages, but it doesn’t feel too long. It feels spirited and achingly beautiful in its depth and detail. The book opens with Henry journeying to a squash game with a colleague, fighting his way through war protests, only to have a rather serious run in with a thug boasting an unusual but identifiable medical condition. While Henry’s verbal pronouncement of his observations (of the young man’s condition) is an attempt to save his life; it only serves to enrage Baxter to the point of provocation. To assert his revenge, Baxter pays a menacing visit to the company filled Perowne home that evening. The events that unfold in those few terrifying hours will give Henry a new lease on life, a new perspective. It will quite literally lift the weight of the world off his shoulders and bring him to a place of peace and acceptance. The writing is in one word, beautiful. Although I could have done without some of the more technical medical terms, it breaks up the sheer emotionality of the story. While Henry tests his psyche, finding new ways to view the world that surrounds him, the reader has a chance to do the same. I seriously contemplated where I was in September of that year and where my path has taken me since. I, like Henry, often take myself and my universe too seriously. I used to think this was to the detriment of some of my relationships and now I realize that those connections just were not meant to be, and I wasn’t my most authentic self. Henry’s thoughts, while profoundly fictional, echoed my own feelings of insecurity. I cannot often say that a book changed my life, but this one came rather close. It sounds dramatic, but it is true. Henry comes to see his family and close relations as his treasures, and I feel exactly the same.

‘The Rule of Four’ by Caldwell and Thomason just helped me get through a long journey to and from Washington D.C. It had everything that I was craving to pass the time…intrigue, mystery, heart and history! It was a delight from start to finish. The main characters, Gil, Paul, Charlie and Tom, are students at Princeton, each coming from a dramatically different upbringing and background. The book really gets going when a murder occurs Easter weekend at the beautiful Ivy League campus and then swirls around the tale of the Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (yes I had to look up the spelling!), a famous text published in Italy in the 1400’s. The most profound impact, at least initially, is on Tom. His father dedicated his life (before perishing in a tragic car crash) to the studying of this baffling manuscript. Tom struggles with his sense of curiosity and obligation and then his desire to have a normal life [with his girlfriend and fellow students]. In the end the mystery wins out and Tom finds himself fully enraptured in the task of code cracking and riddle solving; despite his keen awareness that his document has ruined and destroyed careers, friendships and families. It is difficult to say what I found more absorbing, the ‘coming-of-age’ tale that the authors profoundly weave throughout these pages, or the story that unfolds as these young men travel to the center of the controversy surrounding the Hypnerotomachia. There is a certain sense of the dramatic that permeates this tale, so patience and an imagination are an absolute requirement, but luckily, I have both. The end had me cheering!

Summary: Both books were absolutely delightful…I recommend each wholeheartedly!

And So it Goes...

Why such a long hiatus? It is really hard to say. I suppose I could mutter something about seasonal affective disorder, and hiding in my apartment until the sun came out again. I have been reading, but I’ve been keeping my thoughts to my self I guess; well and sharing them with sundry relatives and friends. The books I’ve finished since my last report are as follows:

Ted Kennedy’s autobiography: True Compass
The Gate House by Nelson DeMille (cheap thrills if you will)
A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby


Currently reading: Saturday by Ian McEwan and The Magus by John Fowles

My first thought is that I absolutely need to step up my reading pace. At this rate, there is no chance that I will get anywhere near close to my goal. I am not even half way there and I have a mere seven months. I feel certain that I will accomplish what I set out to, but I need to get serious. Anyway, enough of this….

One might ask themselves why my fascination with the Kennedy clan runs so deep that I felt compelled to read not one, but two books about the same member of the family [Ted] within a month or so. There are a few lines of thought here. One is that I always like a differing perspective. The story one tells given self reflection is clearly going to differ from an outsider looking in. So, it was obvious to me, after reading Ed Klein’s take on Edward Moore Kennedy, I would need to hear it from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. The book was interesting. It was, in essence, a paradox….filled with surprising self-deprecation and yet an inflated sense of ego. Mr. Kennedy demonstrates a deep understanding for his wrong doings and failings as a man and as a husband, and at the same time trumpets his time spent in politics. The most shocking portrayal was that of the sometimes tense relations between Ted and his brothers; the fierce love sometimes trumped by serious sibling rivalry (only exacerbated by the political arena). I was in no way amazed by Ted’s loving description of his parents, as the Kennedy children have never been supporters of negative press about the infamous Joe and Rose Kennedy. I was touched by the outright praise and adoration expressed towards his children and his second wife, Victoria. I was also impressed with his restraint when speaking of his much abused and speculated about first wife, Joan Bennett. My favorite part of the book was the fascinating insight into the world of the Senate and politics; from the candy desk to the troublesome way one secures a seat on sub-committees. Given Ted Kennedy’s connections and background, it is difficult to discern what is commonly held opinions versus standard fact, but a fascinating look-see nonetheless. I found myself just as affected at the end of this novel as I did Mr. Klein’s rendition of Kennedy’s life. Again, whatever one’s opinion of this man and how he lived his life, he was a liberal minded, socially inspired politician who dedicated his life to making life better for the minorities and discriminated against in this great country of ours. His political legacy is a valuable and awe-inspiring one.

Dad passed along ‘The Gate House’ to me one Sunday morning after finishing it. He didn’t promise any life changing literary experiences but said it gave him a good laugh and was a pleasant distraction. No truer words have ever been spoken. The book was pure delight. I find it distasteful when people read a book of this nature and hold it to greater works of literature and just pick it to shreds. A novel like this, in my opinion, is like dessert. It’s a sweet treat to indulge ones love of tabloid like reporting of world events. This book was meant as a sequel to ‘The Gold Coast’; a DeMille bestseller in which Susan Sutter, the wife of [tax] attorney John Sutter, had a whirl wind affair with Frank Bellarosa, a powerful Mafia boss and the Sutters' neighbor on Long Island, NY; ending in Bellarosa’s demise. After divorcing Susan, John sailed the world for three years, then built himself a new life in London. Now John has returned to the small gatehouse that was once part of his ex-wife's family estate, only to find Bellarosa's thug son, Anthony, living next door. In another coincidence, Susan has just reacquired the guest cottage where she and John lived as a married couple. Susan and John soon begin to explore reconciliation, even as they suspect imminent danger. Although the ending is mildly predictable, the one-liners littered throughout the pages of this novel make it a worth while read. I found myself laughing out loud at some of John Sutter’s wry and sarcastic remarks. Ironically, the speed at which he forgave his wife was mildly frustrating to me and thus the way the story unfolds left me wanting at times, but all in all, a decent read. Great book for travel!

I have been a fan of Nick Hornby for as long as I can remember. My love of British authors goes back to my time in London. There is a unique flavor that is found throughout the pages of most British modern-day writing. ‘A Long Way Down’ begins with four characters meeting on the roof of a building to jump off on New Years Eve. That is not entirety accurate as they don’t intentionally meet, but rather end up there, together, by some strange twist of fate. Four desperate individuals—Martin, a disgraced TV personality; Maureen, a middle-aged woman with no life beyond caring for her severely disabled adult son; Jess, a young woman who’s life is overshadowed by the disappearance of her older sister; and JJ, an American rocker whose music career has just ended are bonded together by their utter misery. Although the story line tends towards the ridiculous, as is with Hornby’s typical style, there is a profound sentiment that circles throughout. This is best illustrated with a quote by Jess near the beginning of the story as follows: "When you're sad—like, really sad, Toppers' House sad—you only want to be with other people who are sad." OR…misery loves company. This is such an interesting thought to me because it really resonates with me. At times when things are most difficult, we tend to not want to be around those that are basking in the joy of their happy lives. Though it should give us hope that things will pick up or turnaround, it tends to give us this woe-is-me complex; a feeling that good things only happen to other people. As with many a Horby character, these four are all at once like-able, worthy of compassion and disgraceful and wearisome. I found myself asking why they made the decisions they did, and yet understanding that their actions were not brought on by depravity, but rather a sort of blatant hopelessness. It takes a human sentiment and conflict that is real and relatable and magnifies it with humor and grace. I love that this book, while not happily ever after, has a silver-lining-on-the-cloud sort of joy. All for now...

And I thought my family was screwed up...

I just finished 'Aloft' by Chang-Rae Lee. I am certainly not the biggest fan of this tale, but some of the messages really spoke to me. Jerry Battle, an almost 60 year old widower and father of two, buys a small airplane because "From up here, a half mile above the Earth, everything looks perfect to me." This is quite the foreboding statement, as Jerry is about to have his clean existence shaken up. And we all know that this is how life works. Whenever the waters seem smooth sailing, a higher power jumps in to prove that when we plan, g-d laughs. And as with Jerry Battle's journey, it is only when we emerge through these challenging times that we are able to better appreciate the sweetness of the calm after the storm. This book touches on a little bit of everything that as humans makes us hurt and brings us joy...such as love, friendship, aging, illness, pride, work and romance. Jerry's awkward but powerful honesty when it comes to his relationships is at once relatable and hilarious. Some of the story is mildly far fetched but the characters are colorful and raw; creating a diverse and enjoyable palate. I must admit that I also enjoyed the vivid descriptions of various Long Island spots; as a native Long Islander. Perhaps not four stars, but certainly an enjoyable read. Up next...'The Magus'...

The Book Thief Stole My Heart...

The Book Thief is set in Germany during the time of World War II. I have read many books about this time period and this war, but this perspective gave the subject matter a breath of fresh air. The story is told from the point of view of death ("Death"), who plays the intense dual role of narrator and ruler. Death, through an unusual but beautiful style of narration, communicates the story of the book thief, Liesel Meminger. At the beginning of the story, Liesel and her brother are shipped off (via train) to a foster home by their mother [when she stolen away to a concentration camp]. Her brother dies on this journey and that event sets the stage for the display of courage, anger, and sadness the reader sees from Liesel throughout this story. In fact, it is at her brother's burial that Liesel steals her first book, "The Gravedigger's Handbook". This action is painfully symbolic as Liesel is tragically illiterate. The events following her brother's early death shape Liesel's life; weaving a tapestry of pain and disappointment; with intermittent moments of bittersweet joy.

Amongst the colorful characters in this story were Liesel's foster parents, Hans and Rosa Hubermann, her best friend, Rudy Steiner, and Max, a 24 year old Jewish man that the Hubermann family helps to hide. I fell in love with nearly all of the main characters. They were admirable and worthy of disgust (with the exception of Max), they were stunning in their frailty, and lovable for their faulted honesty. Hans, Liesel's father, is in the simplest verbiage, a hero. He is far from perfect, but his reluctance to accept and then disseminate anti-semitism throughout the book made my heart ache. His love of Liesel is fierce and most evident when he teaches her to read, with the greatest of patience. Liesel's love of reading, of words, of books is something that resonated soundly within me.* Rosa, Liesel's mother, is difficult and impossible, but her resolute strength (beneath a leather exterior) tugged at my insides as I waded through this tale.

Rudy and Max are the other two prominent men in Liesel's life. Rudy is an outspoken, mischievous neighborhood boy who wants nothing more than to kiss Liesel, and Max is a tortured, hunted soul, who craves her understanding, compassion and affection. Each of these men need Liesel, and she, in return, needs them. Rudy allows her to explore the world, while Max cultivates the desire within her to know, to understand, to feel.

I do not wish to give the ending, nor the grander details of this book away, for fear of ruining the experience for anyone who is interested in reading it. While the writing style is unusual and might present an obstacle to those who read it...I implore anyone, everyone, to trudge on. The splendor of this book unfurls with every page that passes. It is a beautiful, tragic story. I felt awoken after flipping the last page; alive with millions of questions and a sort of phantom pain, for what was. Given the world we live in, the reading of this story is necessary. It explains how hatred grows and spreads; how it trickles into our homes, families, minds and hearts. It describes how ignorant loathing breeds fear and how that fear leads to unimaginable behavior. I see it everywhere in our world.

At the end of the book Death says "I am haunted by humans." I tend to agree.

*This fictional character gave me a solid appreciation for my library down the street and the bookstore around the corner; both in which I can roam freely.

To Kindle or Not To Kindle...

Books are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house. ~Henry Ward Beecher

My father recently summoned me up to his sitting room where he proudly sat; brandishing his new toy like a little kid at holiday time....a Kindle. As he excitedly explained how he got the larger sized tablet so as to be more 'book sized', I felt my heart sink a bit. "But Da..." I protested..."won't you miss the touch of a book, the smell, the weight in your hand? I don't understand?!". He chuckled a bit and I began to rethink my obsession with books. Was I too stuck in the Stone Ages to appreciate new and exciting technology? Is my romantic notion about the thrill of a hard cover book antiquated and out-dated? How could scrolling to the last page possibly compare with running my hand down to the last word and excitedly slamming the book shut? How could a shiny electronic screen compare to the the wonderment of discovering where a book has been and who has held it? Of course, I was having this debate with a man who doesn't believe in library books (for the booger factor*) so I would have to take that into account. Okay. I suppose I can admit to the fact that there is something fabulous with being able to just download a book; no wait, no drama. Of course, I like the drama. I love getting home from work and finding a message from the library that a book has come in...skipping over, wondering every moment which of my selections is now available. I adore perusing through the book store and running my hands over the book covers; deciding which of the quick blurbs on the back cover grabs me the most to make the investment. On the flip side, I like that this new format might make reading more palatable to the younger generation. As soon as I had that thought...I was seized with another notion. WOULD THE INTRODUCTION TO THE KINDLE MEAN THE END OF BOOKS AS I KNOW IT?! My father assured me that a book had to have at least ONE copy for the Library of Congress (little comfort) and technology like this has a ways to go before its affordable for all...thus the acceptable norm/replacement (phew). So, that is that. I don't know what side of the fence I lay on. To kindle or not to kindle...that is the question.

*For those of you who do not know my father...the booger factor is defined as follows: the fear that patrons of the library have picked their nose while reading a library book and wiped said boogers within the pages of said book.

What Can I Say....

The Book Thief is literally breaking my heart. I can't tell if I am not getting through it quickly because the subject matter is so disturbing or because as tough as it is, I don't want it to end. Furthermore, I don't know if I don't want it to end because I'm so enraptured, or because I'm nervous to see how things end up. I am guessing I will finish it this week so stay tuned...

More and more and more....

A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy. ~Edward P. Morgan

Americans Talking About Love, Edited by John Bowe
Ghosts & Lightening, Trevor Byrne
The Hypochondriacs, Brian Dillan
The Three Weissmanns of Westport, Cathleen Schine
Model Home, Eric Puchner
Shadow Tag, Louise Erdrich
Hot Springs, Geoffrey Becker
The Butcher and The Vegetarian, Tara Weaver
Lunch in Paris, Elizabeth Bard
Keeping the Feast, Paula Butturini
Going Away Shoes, Jill McCorkle

It has been a while...

I am not certain why I have not provided regular updates on my progress; save that I just didn't feel compelled to. I just finished listening to 'Ted Kennedy: The Dream That Never Died' by Ed Klein. Klein is the former foreign editor of Newsweek and former editor in chief of The New York Times Magazine. As such, I was intrigued to read/hear his perspective on this controversial man. I had not fully formed my opinion of the late Senator prior to starting this biography. I have found myself at times vacillating between great respect and then horror and disgust when thinking about the youngest of the Kennedy clan. As a liberal (small L)...I admire Ted Kennedy for his venerable work as a Senator, and yet as a proud, hard-working woman, I find myself grossed out by his misogynistic behavior; including but certainly not limited to the famous "Chappaquiddick incident". This book is informative and heart wrenching. It provides just enough narrative to give Kennedy the complex description I feel he deserves. There was no real sympathy evoked for Senator Kennedy, but the book did provide enough illumination that one could grasp the real depth of his character. He was not simply a rowdy, lawless womanizer; but a man deeply plagued by external and internal demons. There were no excuses provided for his behavior, but rather explanations by way of a painted portrait of a privileged and somewhat soulless family. Mind you, greater men have been made from grimier material, but I did enjoy the glimpse into 'Camelot'. I found myself grimacing at times when hearing of the Senator's lechery and boozing, but certainly had tears on my face by time I reached the Epilogue. I do not think I have yet to resolve my feelings on the great Ted Kennedy but there are three facts I know for certain 1. Ed Klein is a talented biographer, 2. I have more reading on the Kennedy clan to do, and 3. whatever his personal character; Ted Kennedy was truly one of the greatest lawmakers of his time and he will be missed in that capacity.

Happy New Year!

I entered into 2010 with a bang...finishing 'This Book Will Save Your Life'. The raw emotionality of this book is staggering. The characters are all at once stereotypical in a far-out L.A. fashion while existing as individuals who I sympathized with and related to on the most basic level. The description of their blatant vulnerability pierced me; leaving me wanting with every chapter that passed. Homes is a skillful storyteller; presenting a compelling narrative sprinkled with clever dialogue (i.e. "your politicians seem to be for sex or for war...which do you prefer"). Within single chapters I found myself vacillating between laughter and tears. What is my only real complaint? It is the most common gripe I have with many a modern day tale. This book loses steam at the end. While I don't believe the book needs a super serious or believable ending; I found the finale to be trite by comparison. The 'message' was clear but the vessel by which it arrived was somewhat melodramatic and far-fetched. However, as with many books I have enjoyed over the years, I was able to take from it what I needed/wanted to and leave the rest behind. As an aside, I think this was most certainly a listen-read versus a read-read. Onto the next...