The Best of Foodie Memoirs

April 3, 2013 at 10:00 pm (Recipes, Reviews) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Title: Lunch in Paris

Lunch-in-ParisAuthor: Elizabeth Bard

Publisher: Back Bay Books

Genre: Travel/Memoir/Cooking

If you are looking for Eat, Pray, Love or Julie & Julia at the bookstore – STOP.  Pick this up instead.  It’s friendlier, wittier, and far more relaxing.

It was the water color that got me first.  That and the fact that I love memoirs with recipes, they pretty much dominate my source of kitchen plans.  Then, that first page of that first chapter: Coffee, Tea, or Me and her description of herself – I felt so at home, so in league with a kindred spirit.

She says things like “I stood pressed against the wall, like a field anthropologist caught in the middle of a buffalo exorcism,” when describing a French dance party.  How can you not fall in love with a writer that expresses herself like that?  I literally started laughing out loud, and I hate using that phrase since all the texters in society have begun speaking how they type, so when I use it I really mean it.

Bard is pleasant and loveable.  She has dilemmas that I can sympathize with, as opposed to Gilbert’s laments in Eat, Pray, Love which seemed all a little over the top and self inflicted.  I did laugh a few times when she chalked something her husband did up to his being French, a lot of times it just seemed very husbandy to me.  But for the most part, I think I was only laughing when I was truly meant to, when she utilized some turn of phrase or told a story that should make the corners of your mouth twitch while you read.

My favorite moment was when a friend tells her she can’t just go to the market for the rest of her life.  Before Bard got a chance to say it herself, I inwardly pleaded… why not? It doesn’t matter whether you loathe or love the grocery stores here in the states, Bard will make you fall in love with European markets and long desperately to go make purchases at a butcher shop in Paris and linger over vegetables in the streets.

Go. Buy. Enjoy.  I know you’ll love it.

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Newspaper Clippings On Chesil Beach

April 2, 2013 at 8:39 pm (Reviews) (, , , , , , )

on_chesil_beachOr IN On Chesil Beach, rather…

Title: On Chesil Beach

Author: Ian McEwan

I love used books mostly because of the crap you find inside them.  Receipts, plane tickets, love letters, movie stubs, money – I’ve found it all.

In On Chesil Beach, a book published in 2007, I found a 1990 Wall Street Journal clipping of a book review written by Richard Locke.  It discussed McEwan’s most recent title at that time, Innocent, and compared him and other contemporary authors to Graham Greene.

It was the highlight of McEwan’s novel for me, the only other redeeming quality being McEwan’s excellent prose and the use of the word ‘wafted.’

I’ve read other work by McEwan, Amsterdam and the world famous Atonement, and was eager to find a McEwan title that broke the tie of love/hate for McEwan’s work.  I hated Amsterdam, I loved Atonement.  Where does McEwan fit in my life on the scale of authors I cherish or disregard?

Love this picture by a fellow book reviewer. Click to read her take.

Love this picture by a fellow book reviewer. Click to read her take.

Where Atonement is equally crass and sexually driven, at least with Atonement there was an epic tale to be told.  Amsterdam appalled me in some way, but I cannot recall why because I was so unmoved by the characters or the story, I cannot remember a bit of it.  It was boring and the people were none I could sympathize with.  On Chesil Beach was just depressing, and not in a beautiful way.  Instead, it left me feeling empty and thinking that those two (Florence and Edward) were complete idiots.  Atonement was devastating, but in a rich way… beware of how your actions affect others! Atonement screams.

As I told fellow book clubbers, I think Atonement is an atypical novel for McEwan.  It highlights all his strengths as a novelist and abandons a lot of the things I dislike about his other work.

I didn’t enjoy On Chesil Beach, but as usual McEwan’s prose was lovely.  I just didn’t like the story.  I was uncomfortable with two married people trying to figure out how to have sex on their honeymoon for 200 pages.  Amsterdam was equally annoying and somewhat dull.

Atonement is truly the equal opposite of the other two titles.  It has layers upon layers, I sympathize with characters.  Briony, though a sort of villain, is also a rich, multifaceted character.  It is a genius piece of work that can be discussed along side the genius of John Steinbeck’s East of Eden without ever wondering why it is sharing shelf space with such a prolific artist of words.

Briony WindowI can read Atonement over and over again and find new things to marvel over.  The first time I spent countless hours studying words and names… Briony, which means “climbing plant.”

Bryonies are occasionally grown in gardens, sometimes accidentally, sometimes deliberately so. Some species find use in herbal medicine. Generally however, these plants are poisonous, some highly so, and may be fatal if ingested. – Wikipedia

This time, a fellow HPB Humble Book Clubber pointed out the stunning use of windows, glass, and viewpoints of the characters.  As well as Triton being the statue in the fountain that supplied the initial setting for all the confusion… Triton who is a messenger of the sea, and the confusion being that of miscommunications and vivid imaginations.  There is a wealth of things to dive into when re-reading the book.

Even if On Chesil Beach offers similar literary gems to dig into, I have no desire to do so.  I feel as though Edward and Florence have annoyed me enough already in this lifetime.  I debate, even now as I type, whether to keep the book at all.  I may give it away, it is in near mint condition and other people enjoy things I do not.  But neurotic hoarder in me wants to create a shelf in my library of all books I find featuring the word ‘wafted’ and perch it there along with the rest.  It is a good thing I am married.  I am sure my husband will cock an eyebrow in that meaningful way that says ‘Don’t be crazy’ and I shall submit to the idea that it makes a better gift than tribute to my odd obsessions.

Chesil Beach

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Afternoons on the Amazon

March 30, 2013 at 3:52 am (Education, Reviews) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Our Magic Tree House Adventures

DSC02997As part of our Magic Tree House regimen, the kiddo and I read through everything and anything we could get our hands on regarding rainforests.  It’s been about a week, and every afternoon we’ve been diving into the magic of the Amazon River and its surrounding rainforests.

Last time we shared our Magic Tree House Adventures, we’d just finished our fourth set: Pirates Past Noon and Pirates! Fifth in line was Ninjas at Night, and I was searching high and low for a Research Guide (“Fact Tracker”) on Ninjas and could not find one.  It looks as though I may have dreamed that one up.  So we read the fictional adventure and moved on to Afternoon on the Amazon and Rainforests, the sixth set.  I couldn’t find Rainforests anywhere either!

So I built my own unit with out the help of Mary Pope Osborne, and found some pretty awesome books in our personal library the process…
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Ladybird Explorers Plus: Rainforests

The Ladybird Explorers Plus series are flip/tab books with tons of information.  They are great book to have if you have lots of different ages in the house.  Even though I can’t say that from the experience of having lots of various aged children, I can say it from the experience of being just as fascinated by this book as my toddler.  The pictures are lovely, the facts surprising (I didn’t know there were dolphins in the Amazon River, they must have skipped over that in my childhood rainforest studies), and the tabs and flaps were fun.  One of our favorite tabs makes an Asian elephant move a heavy log.  Another causes the monkeys to swing through the trees.  It includes detailed but simple charts with flaps that show the water cycle in a rain forest, and clear glossy photos that overlap pages like you would find for an overhead projector.  The chapter “Beauty in the Forest” lives up to its name and is indeed full of very beautiful illustrations of the trees, birds, and flowers.

Rainforests

Learn About Rainforests by Jen Green

The Learn About series is fantastic for the pictures now, but even more important for all the projects later.  This really spells out detailed activities to do with an older child when we tackle the rainforest more formally.   It shows you step by step how to plant your own canopy, how to make molds of animal tracks in the forest, and the basics of field studies.   It is only 63 short pages in length, but the pages are full of facts, gorgeous photography, and 24 projects geared toward 8-12 year olds. It is advertised as “a fascinating fact file and learn-it-yourself project book” which to me is the very definition of what you should have in a homeschooler’s library.  I’m not sure why they are priced so high on Amazon, but I got mine for a couple bucks at Half Price Books.

Usborne Living WorldThe Usborne Living World Encyclopedia

First, I love Usborne.  Second, the Living Encyclopedia will be making its way into many lessons, as it covers all living things all over the world.  Being that it covers so much, naturally there is a huge section on rain forests that made for some nice supplementary pictures to gaze at while reading our fiction.  The kiddo was really taken with the unrelated lady bug on the front cover, but also liked seeing the extra pictures of the dolphins and jaguars while we were reading Dora and Diego’s Adventures, where they travel through the rainforest, use a dolphin to pull them through the Amazon river, and save Baby Jaguar.

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Nowhere Near Almost There

March 21, 2013 at 9:12 pm (Reviews) (, , , , , , )

Almost ThereTitle: Almost There

Author: Nuala O’Faolain

I love reading for holidays.  Around Christmas, I choose appropriately wintery titles.  For Valentines Day, even though I am not a fan of the holiday, I’ll read a short cheesy love story that I would probably otherwise not pick up.  Earth Day in April calls for all things naturey and Halloween is for spooky-ness.  So of course, once a year in March, I pick up whatever I have on hand that seems the most Irish.

This year’s choice was Nuala O’Faolain’s Almost There.  It was a crappy trade paperback I got for free that I remember picking up out of a recycle bin somewhere and thinking, I would read that for St. Patty’s sometime.  Memoirs are generally quick reads too, perfect for a weekend in March.  Even more perfect, I thought, because I just finished Sheridan Hay’s The Secret of Lost Things and in the thank you’s Hay thanks O’Faolain.  I like streaming my reading along these sorts of vague connections.  Reading Almost There would be the most awesome St.Patty’s 2013 book, I thought, everything just fell into place.

Except not.

I am 29 years old.  I may have not done as much as I would have wanted by my 29th year, but I don’t feel like I’ve wasted my time either.  I have 15 years of experience as a Kung Fu instructor.  I was briefly in a crappy band, my singing years better spent in a high school choir. I have waited tables, been an emergency bartender for an evening, become a “bra expert” at a lingerie store, and earned a Bachelor’s degree in Marketing and Management.  I am married, I have a child, I have worked in the book industry for six years (and have loved every minute of it) and done all kinds of book related jobs, and I am currently in the midst of publishing my first title.  In all that I have been blessed to have the opportunity to make time for my reading habits, and oh do I love to read.

I’m not bragging… there’s so much I have NOT done (like leave the country, ever!); but, in my 29 years, I’ve been busy.

I am desperately trying to get into Nuala O’Faolain’s memoir, but I can’t.  30 pages in, all we have established is that she is an older woman who feels like she has accomplished nothing.  She has no significant other, she writes a column but hasn’t done anything great in her opinion, and frankly… I just don’t get it.

Maybe I am not old enough.  Maybe I see my world in a glass half full sort of way and keep trying to figure out why being famous for an opinion column in Dublin is a bad thing.  Maybe I am sad that even though she delights in her dog, she is busier being sad about the way things ended with her ex.  30 pages or so in, I have decided that for this year, I am done.

I did, however, pick up one of her novels.  I think I’ll try that next and come back to the memoir later. I like her writing, but starting off with her Low Point has kept me in a foul mood.  I was all too happy to set it aside for M.G. King’s Fizz & Peppers and had no desire to pick it back up again.  If that’s not a sign to stop, I don’t know what is.

Have you read anything by Nuala O’Faolain? What were your favorites? Where do you recommend I begin?

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M.G. King: the new voice of young adult fantasy

March 21, 2013 at 5:10 am (Reviews) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

MGKingTitle: Fizz & Peppers

Author: M.G. King

Genre: Young Adult/Fantasy/Adventure

“Sometimes great ideas are so genius and unlikely they fall from the heavens; but sometimes the best ones are simple, waiting to be found already in the palm of your hand.”

I don’t know if this idea fell from the heavens or was found in the palm of King’s hands, but Fizz & Peppers is utter genius.  It’s quite possible we have the next J.K. Rowling on our hands, folks.

Meet Colin Colbeck and a girl named Pepper, arch enemies and ex-best friends.  Also, meet Colin’s kid brother Sid… by the way, he has trolls living under his bed.  There’s also a nutty but endearing grandmother to rescue, an entire world under suburbia and the nearby wood, thrums, hot peppers, and a game called knattlebones.

This book, written by a mom for and with her own middle-grade sons, is about two boys who are full of some of the most “brilliantly, beautiful idea[s] ever to be thought of in the history of the world” as they fight off trolls to rescue their kidnapped, sometimes senile grandmother from the bottom of the world.

What an imagination this family has! The family responsible for writing the book that is…  After reading King’s dedication at the front of the book to her “what if?” family, immediately I wanted to be a fly on the wall at their house as they speculate the nature of the world.  What minds!  To come up with the idea that a little bit of fizz from a soda pop would wake up a sleeping troll from a stone-like state and send them romping the underground, free to steal from (and eat!) Peoplekins and wreak havoc on everything.

Not every author can make such a smooth transition between genres – picture book to young adult is a couple hundred page leap – but King has done an excellent job.  Fizz & Peppers is just as wonderful as Librarian on the Roof, and I am excited to have an author to share with my daughter for her whole life, not just her babyhood.

The only draw back is that Fizz & Peppers is currently only available on e-book, and I am very old fashioned when it comes to books… I like them in my hands, I like to sniff their pages, I like the risk of a paper cut.  Lucky me, King printed me a copy in a binder! (Yes, I am bragging to cyberspace, I have this book in a binder! And I feel special.)

Reminiscent of The Labyrinth (come on you ’80’s kids, I know you were fascinated with Jareth the Goblin King as much as I was) and Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland, Fizz & Peppers will captivate you and keep you wide-eyed from the first hint of a troll until the very last drop of ginger ale.  It’s a fantastic adventure for all ages that I believe will stand the test of time.

***UPDATE*** Fizz & Peppers is now available in paperback!

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The Wild Girls – A Review

March 14, 2013 at 3:58 am (Reviews) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

WildGirlsTitle: The Wild Girls

Author: Pat Murphy

Publisher: Speak (an imprint of Penguin Group)

Genre: Young Adult

Length: 288 pages

Dear Publishing Companies,

Allow me to tell you something you probably already know: Take a book, add a matte finish to it, trace some swirly-like-ivy lines about, and add a garden or forest scene – I will most likely take the book home on the spot.

At least that’s what happened with Pat Murphy’s The Wild Girls.  And despite having an equally girly and gardeny looking book on my night stand (The Distant Hours by Kate Morton), I started reading The Wild Girls that day.

Even if the cover had not been so fabulous, the first line is:

“I met the Queen of the Foxes in 1972, when my family moved from Connecticut to California.”

How do you pass up a first line like that?

It’s a story about twelve year old girls for twelve year old girls, but at twenty-nine I was still dying to know all about the Queen of the Foxes and how interesting a girl would have to be to have the honor of meeting her.

My own wild girl, running, after we read in the park and took a boat ride, but before we had our picnic in the grass.

My own wild girl, running, after we read in the park and took a boat ride, but before we had our picnic in the grass.

Joan meets Sarah in the woods behind an old orchard and immediately takes to her even though Sarah is malicious and contemplating throwing rocks at her.  She can hit a kid dead on from about thirty feet away, too.  Soon the girls are fast friends with woodsy aliases Newt and Fox, telling and writing stories together as they each escape their lives in the comfort and enchanting beauty of the woods and its wildlife.

In the spirit of Bridge to Terabithia (without the inevitable water works), The Secret Garden (without the invalid), and a dash of How to Buy a Love of Reading (or writing), The Wild Girls is a great coming of age story for girls harboring an inner Josephine March (Little Women).

I loved it.  I read a lot of it to kiddo outside and she loved it as it served for a great book to welcome spring.  I can’t wait to read it again when she is older and see what she thinks of it then.

In the mean time, I’m looking for more Pat Murphy titles, reading Kate Morton, and writing a novel.

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Great Books to Read Outside With Kids

March 13, 2013 at 6:39 pm (Reviews) (, , , , , , , , , )

Weekly Low Down on Kids Books – March 12, 2013

loraxTitle:The Lorax

Author: Dr. Seuss

You know you’ve read The Lorax a few too many times when your two year old steps outside and says, “Look Mommy, the trees,” then breathes deep and continues, “they smell like butterfly milk!”

The Lorax is an oldie but a goodie.  It follows the tale of the Once-ler and how he destroyed all the trees for the sake of industrialism.  Ignoring the warnings from The Lorax, the delightfully curmudgeonous beast who speaks for the trees, all that is left of a once beautiful land is a small truffula seed.

The Lorax is a fantastic way to enlighten your kiddo to the environmentalist ideals and introduce them to be mindful of their world.  We love reading it on the porch swing and inhaling the sweet smell of “butterfly milk.”

Wild_about_book-330Title: Wild About Books

Author: Judy Siera

Illustrations: Marc Brown

Follow the tale of bookmobile librarian Molly McGrew introduces all the animals at the zoo to the wonderful world of reading.

“By reading aloud from the good Dr. Seuss,

She quickly attracted a mink and a moose,

A wombat, an oryx, a lemur, a lynx,

Eight elephant calves, and a family of skinks.”

Kiddo likes to find all the animals mentioned in the story illustrated out on the page.  To the right of this segment, you can find Molly McGrew in a chair reading from The Cat in the Hat.

Later, the animals discover that they like books so much, they even start writing them!  The Insects dive in with poetry and the scorpion offers “stinging reviews.”

We read this one outside on the porch a lot, but we also read this before bed at night too.  If you don’t have a copy, check out your local Half Price Books, I purchased mine off a generous stack in the kids section at the Humble store.  No guarantees that you’ll find one too, but it’s worth a shot.

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Eden’s Outcasts – A Review

March 10, 2013 at 9:18 pm (Reviews) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

January 2013 079Title: Eden’s Outcasts

Author: John Matteson

Genre: Biography/ History

Publisher: W.W. Norton & Company

Length: 497 pages

I knew I wanted to read this book the first time I saw it at Jill’s Books in The Woodlands a few years ago.  I have loved Louisa May Alcott all my life and in the last few years I’ve really started to enjoy the art of the biography.  My best friend bought it for me on the spot because she is one of those beautiful people who doesn’t think people should be denied their bookish desires.  It wasn’t until March (a novelization of the younger years of Marmee and Mr. March) was chosen for the HPB Humble Book Club that I actually committed to sitting down with it in an attempt to understand Brooks’ portrayal of the patriarch.

*Notes about A Family in Debt*

So my review of the biography begins with Bronson Alcott’s astonishing ability to over zealously botch everything he touches.  This trait of Bronson is made overwhelmingly clear around page 181.  By this time in the biography, his utopian commune Fruitlands has failed, he has lost all his manuscripts, the house the family is living in was purchased with his wife’s inheritance, and he has completely disappointed me.  At this point in his life Bronson refused to be employed and takes up an architectural endeavor on Emerson’s land, a building that would be nicknamed “Tumbledown Hall” and “The Ruin.”  For a man portrayed as one so taken with education, he tackled projects with a whole lot of zeal and not nearly enough research.  When he did research, others’ ideas were usually disregarded in order to implement his own innovative plans.  To me, most his plans pretty much always sucked.

On the other hand, Louisa, his daughter, was exceptionally prudent.  She had an intense crush on Ralph Waldo Emerson when she was young, which I find adorable, but never shared the love letters she wrote to him.  Instead, when the crush was over, she burned them, but continued to look up to Emerson as a teacher.  Emerson would be a part of Louisa May Alcott’s life from her birth until his death.

Bronson may have failed in many things during the first half of his life, but his efforts as a father are later a solid testament to home schooling.  Matteson shares on page 182 that

“During her teen years, Louisa received essentially no formal schooling outside the home.  However, reading Dickens with her family, poring over Goethe in Emerson’s library, and scrambling through the woods with Thoreau comprised a unique education in themselves.”

Bronson Alcott, I believe, had some serious issues.  Matteson has the grace to allow you to come to this conclusion on your own before he shares the fact that mental illness did indeed run in the family and that it is likely that both Bronson and Louisa May were manic depressive or bipolar, but that there is no way to know for sure.

Bronson’s worldview was both passionate and skewed.  He established his house at Hillside (a few years before the well-known Orchard House) as an underground railroad station and fought viciously for equal political rights for African Americans.  Then in contradiction to his own actions stated that blond hair, blue eyed people were closer to God and that black men should not be allowed to reproduce.  How these beliefs reside in one human being baffles me.  It reminds me of an observation Bill Bryson made in his book The Lost Continent, where when traveling the United States he identifies a curious contradiction in American culture and race relations.  In the north, Yankees are known for their belief in equality and pretend to make no distinction between black and white in personal treatment and political issues, yet they live very segregated lives and rarely share the same neighborhood.  However, in the deep south, there is a general assumption of hatred between the two groups, but they live side by side as neighbors.

Why such dichotomy?  I find it all rather ridiculous.  In Bronson’s case, he refused to use products made by slaves and destroyed his career on the principle that even black students had a place in his school.  Kudos! But then he thinks something so crass as an idea that black men should be denied their God given right to have children.  Absurd!

I find Bronson entirely too duplicitous.  He insisted on a family commune but almost left his family to a more philosophic way of life.  He was passionate about fatherhood, but made it very difficult for his children to feel worthy of his praise.  He desired a Utopia, but in every action tore what could have been to the ground.  His ease in living off hand outs from the labor of his friends while simultaneously declining anything done honestly through the labor of animals is confusing.  It is no wonder to me that the father figure in Little Women is both absent and idolized.  The fact that Bronson went to such great lengths to have a perfect transcendental family and then refused to accept work when it was offered because he had as “yet no clear call to any work beyond [him]self,” is irritating.  The Alcotts were flooded with debt and Bronson had the means to fix it, but was too busy living in his head.

The greatest contradiction of all is that in the second half of his life he would rectify my horrible opinion of him…

*Notes about An Authoress*

The thing I love most about biographies is the same thing I love about “bookish” books – they provide lists, a more diverse reading experience.  While reading Eden’s Outcasts, the biographer periodically offered reviews and insightful critiques to Alcott’s little known works.  So while reading her biography, I was also led to read specific stories out of A Whisper in the Dark, like Love and Self-Love.  It also led me to desire to seek out a piece called Hospital Sketches.

Matteson continues to offer literary criticism on many of Alcott’s publications and goes into a lengthy discussion of An Old Fashioned Girl.  It is during this portion of the biography that Bronson has redeemed himself as a father in my eyes.  At this point he was quietly living at Orchard House in between traveling and making his money.  His ideals were far less irritating later in life than when he had a poor young family to support, because at this point Louisa’s fame had made the entire Alcott family debt free.  This success and income is also what finally made Bronson a more supportive father who spent many of Louisa’s later years doting on her and praising her success.

This age old story of the parent-child relationship reminds me of a Bill Cosby sketch where he laments his parents as grandparents.

“I’ve never seen such a turn around in all my life […] That’s not the same woman I grew up with; you’re looking at an old person who’s trying to get into heaven now.” (watch the whole sketch here)

In the story An Old Fashioned Girl, Alcott actually praises her father by inferring that,

“Shaw’s offspring would need less reforming if he had given them more of his time and less of an allowance.”

Matteson continues to say,

“Louisa goes to far as to suggest that a well-provided childhood is a hindrance to happiness and achievement.”

This is a much different sentiment than that during the aftermath of Bronson’s failed Fruitlands.  Mostly proud father, but partly opportunist, Bronson wrote, “I am introduced as the father of Little Women, and I am riding in the chariot of glory wherever I go.”  Bronson may have begun to be capable of providing for his wife and family, but only because Louisa made it possible with her fame.

As Matteson picks apart Alcott’s life and novels, he states:

“As is more than once the case with Alcott, the fiction teasingly invites speculation that the surviving facts can neither confirm nor dispel.” – pg. 382

Of her own fame, Alcott said: “I asked for bread and got a stone, – in the shape of a pedestal.”

*What it all Means to Me…*

All in all Matteson’s biography of Louisa May Alcott and her father is the most well-written and thorough biography I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading.  I hung on every word.

All the detailed family relationships, the well thought out literary critiques, and little factoids like the fact that Louisa was the first Concord woman to register to vote, made the whole book a joy to read.

Above all, I am pleased that Matteson has finally put into words a truth that has been part of my own beliefs since childhood when I first read most of Alcott’s work.  Without reading Matteson’s biography I may have never come to understand a piece of myself and where aspects of my own worldview were initially formed.  It seems that my ideas regarding feminism may be largely attributed to what Louisa imparted to me through her novels, as our views are nearly identical.

Louisa’s ideas call for

“each person, male and female to cultivate his or her talents without regard to sex, so that each may optimally serve the community.”

Matteson also says that

“Louisa remained true to the ideals of her mentor Emerson, who, as William James observed, believed that ‘no position is insignificant, if the life that fills it out be only genuine.’  Louisa was hostile to any limitation on women’s opportunities.  Nevertheless, she would have been mystified by any feminist credo that implicitly valued traditionally masculine pursuits above the conventionally feminine.” – pg. 419

Whether you want to be a doctor or stay home and bake pies, male or female – just do it well.

I could not agree more.

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A Life With Poetry

March 10, 2013 at 7:33 am (Reviews) (, , , , , , , , , , )

calvertTitle: God’s Love Spiritual Liberation through the Emancipation of Virtue

Author: Calvert Tynes

Genre: Poetry/ Religion

Let me premise by saying I don’t review a lot of poetry.  I actually didn’t read a lot of poetry outside of what was required of me for school and pieces my friends wrote until my daughter was born.  It was then, rocking a sleepy baby back and forth in a glider, that I really started to enjoy the genre in its full capacity.  Kiddo and I spent a whole year reading Edna St. Vincent Millay and it was very comforting.

Calvert Tynes is not comforting.  He’s raw, but not in a crass way or anything.  Tynes’ poetry has very few soft rhythms, instead I imagine his work being best presented in person in a performance setting. There are a few kids at the Poetry Nights in Humble that could read some of these pieces and rock an audience’s socks off with them… I’m not so talented and my kid asked me to hush when I tried to read this to her.  So though my kiddo didn’t much care for the book, she’s two and there are some things she just doesn’t have a say in right now, whether or not Calvert Tynes is a good poet is one of them.

God’s Love is indeed a testament to the love Tynes has found in Christ, but from where I’m sitting it reads more like a memoir than a spiritual guide.  I’m probably biased in saying this, as I’ve never been a fan of things with pictures of Jesus on them…  probably a narcissistic issue after the emotional damage of drawing the worst stick figure of Jesus ever on my leather bible when I was seven and getting in a lot of trouble over it; I wasn’t upset I was in trouble so much as I was upset that my mother couldn’t tell that my stick figure was my portrayal of Christ.  But still, knowing what I know about the crucifixion it seems a little grotesque to immortalize the moment in graven images.  For that reason, I was a little turned off by the front cover, although a lot of people I know would find it beautiful – it’s just me and I get that.  Tynes may have turned me off with the cover, but he won me over with his poems.

I particularly liked I See You, Love and Theodora.  Nope, I’m not going to print them here, you have to buy the book for that!  But I will share my favorite quote from I See You, Love:

“If your love was land, then I am its sea,/because your love exemplifies/ the completion of me.”

Of course I adore the sappiest line in the whole book… of course.

I also adore how God is clearly a part of every aspect of Tynes life, but I think this book of poetry (if true) is as much about Tynes as it is about God.   In my perfect book world,  the front cover should reflect that in some way.  The thing I’m finding I love about poetry, that you don’t always get with fiction, is how autobiographical a writer’s book of poems can be.  Poetry is so personal.  Especially touching are Tynes pieces on fatherhood and the stories he shares about his children, something I’m not sure I could have appreciated as much three years ago.

In God’s Love Tynes shares a full life with God, a full life with poetry, and well, a really full life.  He has a lot to offer the world and I’m glad I have a little piece of that offering in my library.

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The Secret of Lost Things – A Review

March 7, 2013 at 10:39 pm (Reviews) (, , , , , , , , , , )

secretoflostthingsTitle: The Secret of Lost Things

Author: Sheridan Hay

Publisher: Doubleday

Genre: Fiction

Length: 354 pages

I have a shelf in my house dedicated to what I’d like to call “bookish books.”  On this shelf are the likes of Carlos Ruiz Zafon’s Shadow of the Wind and first edition copies of Basbanes’ A Gentle Madness and Patience and Fortitude.  On this unit Umberto Eco, author of The Name of the Rose, has an entire shelf dedicated only to him.  Everything Paul Collins, author of Sixpence House: Lost in a Town of Books, resides here.  This is the corner of my house I go to when I need inspiration, to write, to read, to research and exist in the world I have built for myself.  Of course, when I purchased Sheridan Hay’s The Secret of Lost Things, this corner of my house is precisely what I was thinking of, knowing one day this title would fill a void in my academic and readerly drive.

DSC02817The Secret of Lost Things is a book written in the spirit of A.S. Byatt’s Possession, filled with dark library corners, clues in letters, and missing manuscripts.  The difference is, most books of this nature romanticize secrets, portraying the keeping of them as a means to grow closer to others.  Hay, on the other hand, presents a scenario closer to the truth: when all is said and done, these secrets cause heartbreak and drive people apart.

I find the character of Rosemary endearing.  Instead of being a master secret keeper, like many heroines thrown in the this kind of novel, she is awful at it.  Keeping a secret is her kryptonite, but not because she’s a chatty Cathy, just because it is not in her nature to be deceptive or to omit information from people she calls friends.  It’s a refreshing take on an often visited theme.

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” ‘Reality is as thin as paper, girl,’ said Pearl, shaking her head. ‘I thought that was one thing you did know, what with an imagination like yours – as thin as paper, and as easily torn.’ ” – pg. 137 of The Secret of Lost Things

I love reading these kinds of books because they always give me lists of things to tackle, information to seek out, as well as reminders of things I have already enjoyed.  In this title alone, I am reminded of The Book of Imaginary Beings.  I found mention of this title nostalgic, as it is one of Rosemary’s early purchases from the new bookstore where she works; likewise, I purchased and read this book the first year I worked for Half Price Books.  It was a book I carried to lunch breaks at the lingerie store where I was still picking up shifts until I had the heart to break up with the boutique altogether.

After reading this novel I am also inspired to tackle more Melville titles.  I have read Moby Dick twice now, but I have Typee, Omoo, and Mardi on the shelf, as well as a biography I have passed over far too many times to read other biographies first.  It is virtually impossible to read Hay’s Secret of Lost Things and not want to immediately dive into a Melville binge.  If you doubt me, I dare you to try.  Come talk to me when you’re done reading.

Exchanges like these are what really do it for me:

“We’re looking for something that’s lost,” he said. “A book that was lost.”

“Well, if it’s lost, and people don’t know it’s lost, what am I supposed to notice?”

“Here, read this book of letters.  Just read and tell me when you find something interesting.  It’s called research.  The idea is that you don’t know what you’ll find until you find it,” he added irritated.

OvidAt one point, the character Pearl gives Rosemary a copy of Ovid’s Metamorphosis, a title that repeatedly haunts me in everything I read.  Seriously, will every author I love mention this title in every book that moves me until the end of time? I think so.  I have a beautiful hardback waiting for me on my coffee table.  It has been there for months.  It will be there for months still, but I am one step closer to diving in than I was before I read Hay.

So yes, Sheridan Hay’s book is appropriately dubbed one of my bookish books.  I have loved it, it shall join it’s literary cousins on my shelf.  One day I will take the time to read it again; it is that good.  In the mean time, I have research projects to tackle.

Aside from it’s bookish-ness, The Secret of Lost Things is exceptionally well written.  I don’t read the backs of books before I read them.  That’s especially rewarding when reading books like this where the sensation of experiencing a story the way you do a boat ride occurs… on waves of unexpected tales in motion with the lulls of the story you thought you would get.  It’s beautiful and pleasant and especially appropriate in a novel where the author of Moby Dick stands in the forefront.  What is equally lovely is that I had this sensation of being on a ship a mere ten pages before the narrator expresses the same sentiment about the setting of the bookshop.

What Rosemary likes about the Arcade is the same thing I first remember liking about Half Price Books when I was hired in 2007.  On page 139 Rosemary says, “Well, the Arcade is like the ship to me. You know, people from everywhere, on a great adventure.”  When I think of the Arcade, I imagine it to look and feel more like Good Books in the Woods of The Woodlands or The Recycled Bookstore in Denton than my Half Price Books location, but the sentiment is the same.

Note: People who enjoyed Kate Morton‘s The Forgotten Garden and Diane Setterfield’s The Thirteenth Tale will probably also like this book.  They are bookish books that belong on that shelf, but have been squeezed into my general fiction section for lack of space.

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