Category: Books and Reading

  • Book Talk: Books I Do Not Like

    Book Talk: Books I Do Not Like

    I read a lot. I’ve always read a lot. Over the course of the pandemic, one of the few things about myself I’ve been able to hold onto was reading. I’ve become a heavy user of the public library over the past three years, and I don’t see any reason for that to change. I’ll write more about that later, but for now, here are some books I don’t like.

    Wuthering Heights
    I resisted reading it because I hate every adaptation I’ve seen. These are not people I want to spend time with. Then someone suggested reading it not as a romance, but as a horror story. I still hated it. Also, I don’t read or watch horror, so that probably didn’t help the way that person thought it would. (I recently read an updated version by Alice Hoffman. Much as I love her work — she’s one of my favorite authors — I hated her take on the story, too.)

    Wide Sargasso Sea
    I have read this book twice. I still have no idea what happens. Jane Eyre has been a favorite of mine since 4th grade, and during a re-read several years ago, I was surprised to realize that I cannot stand Rochester; in fact, I vastly prefer the parts of the book that do not include him. But I just don’t get Rhys’s book at all.

    Play It as It Lays
    I want to write a post about my somewhat complicated feelings about Joan Didion’s work, but I’ll start here, with this book. I first read it in college and didn’t like it. The characters seemed incomprehensible to me. I have read it at least twice since then, on the grounds that my perspective may have changed. It has not. I still find the characters incomprehensible. (All of this also applies to Candace Bushnell’s Sex and the City, except that I was long out of college by the time that was written.)

    Wicked
    Mr. Sandwich and I saw the musical about 10 years ago. I liked it so much, I bought the CD at intermission. At a book swap, I picked up a copy of the novel. One of the other women said, making a face, “It’s really different from the play.” I thought I was okay with that. Turns out I was not. Oz was a weird place, but this world is mean and nasty. There are scenes that I just found gross, and completely unnecessary. There are long stretches in time that are hard to follow. The characters I found compelling on stage are flat in the book. I’m really, really sorry I let this book in my head.

    What books are you sorry you read, and why? Share away.

  • Book Talk: I Recommend Laura McHugh

    If you haven’t yet discovered Laura McHugh, then hie thee to the bookstore or library and dive right in. Or, like me, you can listen to the audiobooks. I’m not going to quibble about the medium.

    The first of her books that I read was actually her second, Arrowood. The story of a young woman at a turning point in her life, coming to terms with her family’s tragic past, is a gripping slow build. Arden Arrowood’s life was forever changed by the disappearance of her younger twin sisters–but what happened that day?

    A little later, I read her first novel, The Weight of Blood. It centers on another mysterious disappearance and how it has affected the family and community, but the characters and plot are completely different from Arrowood.

    And now I’ve just started her third, The Wolf Wants In, and it hooked me immediately. Sadie Keller is trying to find the truth about her brother’s death, and Henley Pettit wants nothing more than to leave her family and small town behind. What’s going to happen? I can’t wait to find out.

    McHugh centers her novels on themes and issues that could be described as “ripped from the headlines” — abduction, trafficking, addiction — but her approach is so thoughtful and human that the lurid feel of that phrase doesn’t apply to her work at all. She creates complex, imperfect characters who feel very real, and about whom I find myself caring very much. The books are moody and atmospheric, but in ways that feel very organic.

    She also provides a strong sense of place. The settings are an integral part of the stories and characters, and I love that the books take place in different parts of the Midwest; cities, particularly New York and Los Angeles, are so prominent in American pop culture that I always appreciate getting to know a different location.

    The books aren’t part of a series, so you don’t need to read them in any particular order. Just read them. I think you’ll be glad you did.

  • Book Talk: Re-Reading Elswyth Thane’s Williamsburg Novels

    I’ve been reading Elswyth Thane’s Williamsburg series for most of my life, some of them more times than others. Recently I decided to read all seven of the books, and while some of my opinions hold, a few have changed dramatically.

    How so? Let’s discuss. (Note: Spoilers don’t necessarily abound, but exist below.)

    Series of seven novels by Elswyth Thane, in hardback

    First up is Dawn’s Early Light, set in the years leading up to and during the American Revolution. Julian Day, a young Englishman, comes to Virginia and becomes a schoolteacher in Williamsburg, then the capital of the colony. He is taken in by a local family, makes lifelong friends, falls in and out of love, encounters a variety of historical figures, and finds himself unexpectedly caught up in the Patriot cause. The refined and rebellious St. John Sprague and his younger sister Dorothea, the arrogant and beautiful Regina Greensleeves, and the impoverished and steadfast Tibby Mawes all shape his experiences, and each has their own journeys and arcs. This has been one of my favorite novels since I first read it in elementary school, and I continue to love it–and it doesn’t hurt that late colonial America has always been one of my favorite eras.

    Next is Yankee Stranger. Three generations later, the Day and Sprague families have intertwined and continue to live in Williamsburg (and Richmond). Eden, one of Tibby’s great-granddaughters, is swept off her feet by visiting New Jersey reporter Cabot Murray just as the Civil War breaks out. The suffering of soldiers and civilians alike is at the forefront for much of the story.  I’ve usually found Eden to be a very passive heroine, but on this re-read I had a better appreciation for the tensions she experienced and felt that the risks she took made more sense for her character.

    Ever After, third in the series, is the book in which Williamsburg begins to recede. The novel follows two storylines leading up to the Spanish-American War: Fitzhugh Sprague, who is supposed to join his father’s Williamsburg law practice but instead moves to New York City to become a reporter and composer, and Bracken Murray, who travels to England with his sister and their aunt and meets a young English girl. A very young English girl. Until this re-read, I would have said that Bracken was my favorite of Thane’s heroes. This time? Bracken disturbed me immensely. He meets Dinah Campion when she is 15, and methodically and intentionally grooms her. In contrast, the feckless and often frustrating Fitz takes a young (not quite as young) singer under his wing, but is focused on helping her escape a predator and become self-sufficient.

    In The Light Heart, I found my new favorite heroine (of this series). I still love Tibby, but Phoebe Sprague–Fitz’s sister–really took me by surprise this time. She’s funny and smart and modern (she has her own apartment, and, if you read between the lines, lovers), she’s a novelist who is financially and socially independent, and she is a friend who goes above and beyond to help those she cares for. I don’t agree with all of her decisions, but Thane makes those decisions easy to understand and sympathize with.

    But then. Then there’s Kissing Kin, set during and after World War I. This has always been my least favorite book in the series, and its chief protagonist, Richmond-born Camilla Scott, my least favorite heroine. For the life of me, I do not understand Camilla at all. She has an oddly strong bond with her twin brother Calvert (the only other Scott we meet, because apparently that side of their family doesn’t matter), in a way that reads more like . . . not quite obsession, but definitely fixation, and doesn’t seem to be reciprocated (although maybe that’s because I didn’t feel like Calvert was a fully realized character at any point). She falls instantly and irrevocably in love with a man who seems to have no personality at all. She neglects relationships and lets time pass unaware of the cost, and I suppose reflects people who had trouble finding their way after World War I–but in a manner that is very hard to sympathize with. Particularly coming on the heels of Phoebe, Camilla is a tremendous disappointment as a character. This was the book that was hardest to finish because I was just so frustrated with Camilla. She finds love in the end, but I couldn’t help feeling like Thane had put those two characters together because she couldn’t figure out what else to do with them.

    The final two books, This Was Tomorrow and Homing, are set immediately before and during the early years of World War II. Because they follow the same characters during a fairly compressed time frame, they might almost have been a single novel. Williamsburg is now more of a refuge (at the end of Homing, one character is sent there from England for safety), and there’s an unsettling note of reincarnation and destiny that, because of the relative ages of the characters, takes one relationship back into disturbing territory. This time I was really struck by how juvenile the Spragues and Days and Campions in these two books seem in comparison to their counterparts in earlier novels, even though they tend to be a few years older.

    Additionally, I now am much more aware of Thane’s sexism (flirtatious young women need to be dominated and controlled by strong men for their own good) and racism (her Black characters are stereotypes; one character and her daughter are unredeemable because they may have Indian as well as English heritage, and both women are shown to lack courage; and everyone is relieved to learn that no, that secondary character is not actually Native American). In Thane’s world, the only thing to be is White–and particularly English. The French are untrustworthy (except for in Dawn’s Early Light) and the Germans are without exception brutal.

    On a less societally disappointing note, one of my dissatisfactions throughout the series is with character deaths.

    • One character dies in between books, deciding at age 72 to try to break a horse that no one else could ride. While Thane does have some characters for whom this would make sense, to me it’s never felt like a decision that particular character would make.
    • One major character must have died between books, but it’s never mentioned by any of the many, many surviving relatives.
    • One character dies away from home on a business trip. Of course, this can happen, but somehow the tone of it doesn’t quite fit–there’s an odd callousness to the description, which I think is Thane’s inability to convey the shock of this fairly young character succumbing to the influenza pandemic (which is barely mentioned, and perhaps that is part of the problem).
    • One character . . . well, I know he died, but he was such a nonentity in spite of his purported importance to other characters that every time I read the passage, I wind up feeling that his demise is more like a disapparation than a death. (Okay, this one is Kissing Kin‘s Calvert Scott.)

    The end result is that I think Thane didn’t know how to write deaths, and pushed them to the side to avoid dealing with the challenge.

    I still love the series, and I know I’ll read all of these books again (even Kissing Kin, I suspect), although I definitely read them differently now than I did a decade or two ago.

  • Turn and Face the Strange Ch-ch-changes

    candle holders in the shape of the numbers 5 and 0, arranged to show the number 50

    I don’t believe that anything I’m going to write about here is unique to me. But I haven’t read a lot about it, which is why I want to write this.

    In February, I turned 50. And leading up to that, I could feel a shift within me. It felt positive, it felt interesting–but I wasn’t sure what else it was, or what it meant.

    I think this is pretty common at 50–I suspect a lot of people start looking at where they are, how they got there, and where they want to be. I think that this is particularly true for a lot of women. And I want to talk about it.

    I also want to learn about it. So I’ve been doing a lot of reading, and I’ve started meditating and journaling (although I haven’t done either for several weeks, but more on that in some other post).

    Let’s see what happens, shall we?

  • BookTalk: Bedtime Reading

    A year and a couple of weeks ago, we started reading chapter books at bedtime. We all curl up in Baguette’s bed and read the next installment of the current literary adventure.

    Baguette is working on her reading skills, and we’ve always read picture books to her (that is, when she wasn’t grabbing them from us and turning away to page through them on her own, as she often did at age two). And Dr. Seuss’s Sleep Book remains an oft-requested favorite.

    But now that she’s in grade school, I want to be sure that focusing on phonics and sight words doesn’t get in the way of exposure to the books Mr. Sandwich and I loved at her age.

    So, what have we been reading to her? Thanks to Goodreads, I have a list. In no particular order:

    The Trumpet of the Swan by E.B. White (This was our first, and it was new to Mr. Sandwich and me as well as to Baguette. We all liked it, and I suspect we’ll re-read it one of these days. And we did not remember how drily funny White was.)

    Mr. Popper’s Penguins by Richard Atwater (Cute enough, but not my favorite)

    Who Was Alexander Hamilton? by Pam Pollock (our first foray into nonfiction; we need to do more of this)

    The Princess in Black (#1) by Shannon Hale (our first foray into kind-of graphic novels; we need to do more of this, too)

    Illustrated Stories from Aesop by Susanna Davidson (there were far more of these than I think are strictly traditional)

    Misty of Chincoteague by Marguerite Henry (still sweet, but surprisingly hard to read aloud)

    The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum (there is some weird stuff going on here)

    Stuart Little by E. B. White (I’ve got to be honest. Stuart creeps me out a bit on more than one level.)

    Yours Sincerely, Giraffe by Megumi Iwasa (a recommendation from Cloud that we’re glad we took)

    All-of-a-Kind Family by Sydney Taylor (I remember loving these books when I was young, but I’m not sure this really grabbed Baguette)

    The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank Baum (more weirdness, and he did not like suffragists)

    The Mouse and the Motorcycle by Beverly Cleary (I’ve always liked this better than Stuart Little)

    Harriet the Spy by Louise Fitzhugh (I remember being kind of meh on this as a kid, but now that I have a better sense of Manhattan, and parenting, and autism, I like it a lot. And yes, I think Harriet is autistic. Read this.)

    Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White (Still wonderful, and I am so sad that White wrote only three children’s books.)

    James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl (I always preferred this to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory; books about journeys have always intrigued me–although I could have done with a bit less of the Cloud Men on this go-round.)

    The Borrowers by Mary Norton (I really admired the creativity with which the author outfitted the Clock’s quarters, but nothing much happens for a very long time.)

    Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum (This one was my favorite as a kid, and the weirdness continues.)

    Hans Brinker, or the Silver Skates by Mary Mapes Dodge (We’re reading this now, and this book is mistitled, unless Hans Brinker becomes really pivotal in the next few chapters. So far, the book is mostly about richer boys on a wintertime skating tour of The Netherlands.)

    book cover showing a swan with a trumpet tucked under one wing
    The Trumpet of the Swan by E.B. White, with illustrations by Fred Marcellino

    I’m feeling pretty good about the fact that we are on book number 18–and this list alone doesn’t account for the summer, when Baguette just wanted us to re-read Sandra Boynton’s Little Pookie books over and over and over. Which we did, because why not? It was summer.

  • Sick Day: Live-Blogging “Julie & Julia”

    I’ve had this cold for almost two weeks. I’m pretty sure bronchitis is in the mix. Should I go to Urgent Care? Maybe. Instead, I took a sick day and slept for four hours.

    My usual sick day movie is “When Harry Met Sally,” and I was thisclose to watching it. But for some reason I have a DVD of “Julie & Julia,” so I’ve decided to watch that. And because I’ve read Cleaving and don’t like Julie, I’ve decided to live-blog it as well. Because I am nothing if not timely.

    I have read Julie Powell’s book about her blog, and I have read Julia Child’s My Life in France, so here we are.

    DVD cover of Julie & Julia

    We open the movie on a woman who is delighted to be just where she is (Julia Child) and then move to a woman who is miserable where she is. This is kind of the whole point.

    Julie’s friends are awful. Why are they friends? Did they go to college together? I don’t care. I never want to see them again.

    Oh, wow. She got “Single and Fabulous?“ed. By one of her alleged friends. Urgh.

    I like Julie more than I expected to, based on other reviews. And on Cleaving.

    How did they make Meryl Streep look so tall? I’m sure there’s an article that explains the technique.

    Oh, god. That was the best “I love my life, but oh, I so wish we could have a baby” moment. This is why Meryl Streep is Meryl Streep.

    Mary Lynne Rajskub needs bigger roles. She’s great.

    Well, who DOESN’T want Julia Child’s life at this point? I mean, it sounded incredible in her book, and seeing it recreated? Magical.

    Julie got 12 comments, and none of the readers were people she knows. I know just how that feels! It’s a good feeling.

    This lobster sequence is everything.

    Full disclosure: I have never killed . . . err . . . cooked a lobster, either.

    “I think you should do the PayPal thing. That way we can have more lobster.” I’m with Mary Lynne Rajskub. Says the woman who has intentionally not monetized her blog. I know.

    “Like if I didn’t write, they would really be upset.” Is this where you started to go wrong, Julie Powell?

    Aspics sound awful. My mother, who was a good cook, took to one aspic recipe for a while. It was underwhelming.

    Is there anything more delightfully happy than Julia Child and her sister Dorothy reuniting? I can’t imagine.

    Dorothy is pregnant. Oh, Julia. I know.

    I have never wanted to make beef bourguignon so much, and the one time I had it, I didn’t care for it. Possibly because I don’t like wine.

    Surprise: I don’t like Eric.

    After Julie’s New York Times article, there are 65 messages on her answering machine. It’s 2018, and my answering machine won’t hold 65 messages. Yes, it’s 2018 and I have an answering machine. I know.

    I think Julie got some new friends. Good. Only Mary Lynne Rajskub was worth keeping around.

    She made it! And so did she!

    I liked this movie more than I expected to. It’s a good sick day movie. But I’ll probably watch “When Harry Met Sally” next time.

  • Threepeat

    Some books, you read more than once. In this case, I’m going to tell you about three of those.

    You’ve probably read Helene Hanff’s 84, Charing Cross Road. (If you haven’t, do.) But you might not have read her other books. I have, and they’re all worth multiple reads. I’m highlighting two here (and a third book by another author).

    Read more at Cannonball Read.

  • Give One Book: Warren Mott High School

    I love books. I love reading. And I want other people to have the chance to read, too.

    Too many students in this country don’t have that opportunity. We can do something about that.

    What should kids read? I’m sure we could all come up with plenty of suggestions, but the answer, really, is “what they want to read.” That’s what works best.

    Schools don’t get enough funding, and when they do, it’s often not for books. But books are available in the world.

    So here’s what we can do. Send a book–just one book–from this Amazon Wishlist to Warren Mott High School. And then share this post wherever you can. Ask more people. Let’s see what we can do.

    High school library with partially filled shelves of books, and tables and chairs in the foreground

    Want to choose your own book? Try non-fiction, STEM books, Manga. Want to send supplies? They’re on the list, too.

    Warren Mott High School, just outside Detroit, has about 1,650 students, and some 25% of them are English Language Learners. According to the New York Times, their library budget for this year was $500–enough to buy abut 30 books. And that’s after two years of no budget at all.

    You can do this. We can do this. Give one book.

    Photo by Elliot Glaser, Teacher Librarian, Warren Consolidated Schools, Warren Mott High School

  • BookTalk: Not the Thrill I Was Hoping For

    My latest read was actually an Audible listen.

    I’ve realized recently that I’m a sucker for an English thriller featuring a 20- to 30-something woman. Also, I often like books that tell a story in two time periods. So J.P. Delaney’s The Girl Before would seem to be a match for me.

    audiobook cover showing a figure silhouetted by a glass door

    Two Londoners–Emma (then) and Jane (now)–each rent the same austere house. Each sees it as the solution to her problems. Each follows a path that leads to jeopardy. Also on that path is the same man, a man they find irresistible, a man whose appeal I find incomprehensible.

    Read more at Cannonball Read 10.

  • BookTalk: Coming Clean

    Kimberly Rae Miller has written a thoughtful and touching account of her life as the child of loving, supportive parents who also struggled with hoarding. From the outside, her life in a working-class community on Long Island probably seemed typical to most of the people around her–because even as a young girl, Miller put tremendous effort into creating that impression to protect her family.

    In fact, she lived in homes that were packed to the brim with papers, broken appliances, and more–homes in which the plumbing didn’t work, and repairs went unmade, and fresh food was an impossibility.

    Read the rest at Cannonball Read 10