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Book Eight: The Story of a Marriage

2010-02-20T15:47:00.000-08:00

The Story of a Marriage, Andrew Sean Greer

I am so glad I loved this book, because my friend Jenn has given me a couple of books to read and I didn't like either of them so very much. So when she put this one on my doorstep I thought, "Oh no! How will I be able to tell her that I disliked this one, too?!" But not this time. Oh my goodness, what a book!

I suspect people either love or hate this (judging by the Amazon reviews, which, by the way, I advise you not to read, unless you want the worst kind of hateful spoilers). Some people found the narrator, Pearlie, unbelievable, and I suppose if you feel that way you won't be able to buy a word of what she says. But I found her story lovely and quite believable because people are strange creatures, and that is, ultimately, what this book is about. "We think we know the ones we love," the book opens, and is repeated throughout. It reads a bit like a poem, at times, with the feel of a short story, but I mean both of those things in the best of ways. It is beautifully written and the story is perfectly told and I found myself to able to imagine everything clearly and precisely.

So thank you, Jenn, for the great little book.

Book Seven: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

2010-02-15T15:50:00.000-08:00

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, Mary Anne Shaffer and Annie Barrows

I'm trying to figure out what it is about books that makes you accept and love everything about them even when you know they aren't great books. You know that they might be trite or overdone or not even well written, and yet you let them into your heart regardless. And then what about those books where you don't get that at all? Where you never really click and so their charms are useless on you. Is it just what your frame of mind happens to be at the moment you start reading? Or weird preconceptions you have about the book?

This highly popular book is 100% preciousness. And yet I think I needed a huge dose of preciousness in my life right about now. This idealized Guernsey and its residents were exactly the kind of world I wanted to imagine, even though I am sure it is so very far from any actual truth.

Did anyone out there hate this book? Can you tell me, in a tangible way, why? Or did we all buy it, hook, line and sinker? A little part of me really did want to dislike this book, and yet I shut up that little voice pretty quickly and just set out to enjoy every single word from the get-go.

Book Six: The House at Sugar Beach

2010-02-09T18:29:00.000-08:00

The House at Sugar Beach, Helene Cooper

I'm not really the biggest fan of memoirs. I find them a bit, "And then this happened, and then I did this, and this person is so-and-so, and that person is so-and-so, and I did that, and she did that," et cetera et cetera. You know, lots of tell, not enough show. Of course, there are exceptions to this rule (for example the thoroughly awesome The Tender Bar or the very funny Kick Me), but I usually don't gravitate toward this genre for those reasons.

This one was pretty good, though, but ultimately, for me, still fell into the usual memoir trappings. I learned some things about Liberia that I previously wasn't aware of, I found her writing pretty decent and, at some moments, compelling, and I was even surprised by finding my eyes welling up with tears near the end of the story. But I have this sneaking suspicion that in a few months I probably won't really remember much about this. Not because Helene Cooper's story isn't interesting or tragic or that I don't care about the plight of the Liberian people, but because the telling of it didn't grab me and hold me tight and carry me through the story. Perhaps I'm history's greatest monster for feeling this way about this book, but eh, I'm willing to take that chance if it means demanding great writing at all times.

Book Five: The True Deceiver

2010-02-02T22:49:00.000-08:00

The True Deceiver, Tove Jansson

If someone found some lost crate containing 52 previously unpublished books by Tove Jansson, I would put all other books aside and just read her words for a year solid. She creates worlds that I want to inhabit. Even when they are as bleak and cold as the one in The True Deceiver. Where The Summer Book captured the innocence and sweetness of childhood, The True Deceiver is more about the lies and suspicions and conflicts of adulthood. It feels so very allegorical without losing its sense of real characters and real situations or sacrificing the integrity of the story's inhabitants with a trite ending meant to teach us something simple and true. The two women who make up the central conflict--Katri and Anna--feel so very real it's easy to imagine them in your world. But the story is about something bigger, too, and that's what makes it compelling. I'm not sure I can say much more without either A, ruining the plot or B, making it all sound completely ridiculous, so I'll just shut up and admire the beautiful cover some more (a Tove Jansson illustration, natch).

Book Four: Mormon Country

2010-02-02T22:25:00.000-08:00

Mormon Country, Wallace Stegner

I love Mormons. Let me rephrase that, I am fascinated by Mormons. What a strange, and curious group of people. I mean, in general I probably summed up my feelings about Mormons and religion in general here, but this book discusses more tangible, day-to-day aspects of Mormonism. It isn't so much a history, as a collection of essays about the Mormons and gentiles that populate that particular large expanse of the West.

I also love Wallace Stegner. If anyone can write, he can. What I never knew about him is that he spent time growing up in Salt Lake City. A gentile among the Mormons. And what's clear from this book is that he has a clear respect for Mormons and their culture. The essays in here cover everything from the United Order to polygamy to the strength of Mormon communities to the lost Deseret Alphabet to the various industries in the area and more. All told simply but beautifully, personally but knowledgeably.

I honestly do share a lot of Stegner's admiration for Mormons. I find it so amazing that a group can be so united together and constantly work so hard toward collective goals. Since they first settled Salt Lake--actually, since they made their way across the horribly desolate expanse of the midwest in order to settle in Utah--they have been a consistently united group. Hence the Deseret analogy: the honeybees working for the good of the hive. But what I wonder is, can you have that kind of togetherness is you are not united against something else? Meaning, it's us vs. them? Because the "them" in Mormonism seems to be anyone who is remotely different from the straight, white, God-believing norm. I really do wish I had any inclination to believe in god, because I am quite envious of people who have a group that they can depend on, who support them. I just wish there didn't have to be a cuckoo nutso* religion behind it.

*Again, I am not singling Mormons out with the cuckoo nutso thing. I am including all religions here. All of you! I love you all, but find you all equally crazy!

Book Three: Evil at Heart

2010-01-15T23:50:00.000-08:00

Evil at Heart , Chelsea Cain

I know, I know! I can't believe I persist in reading these either. I think this may be the end of my serial killer/thriller/mystery kick for a while. I need to feel like an intelligent human being, one who consumes more than just stories about sexy serial killers, body mutilation, blood, more blood, heads and eyeballs not where they should be, kinky sex and the like.

In terms of where this one falls in the Gretchen Lowell trilogy so far, I'd say it's a bit better than the second, not quite as good as the first. But isn't that always how it is?

Book Two: Sweetheart

2010-01-09T21:51:00.000-08:00

Sweetheart , Chelsea Cain

This book, on the other hand, makes no illusions about being literary. This is pure guilty pleasure reading. At least, with these Gretchen Lowell thrillers, I can vividly picture the setting in beautiful Portland, and Chelsea Cain does a lovely job of capturing the city and imaging its inhabitants. But wow, such gore and violence and disturbing sex. Not for the faint of heart.

But that's obviously not going to stop me from reading the next one.

Book One: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

2010-01-09T21:40:00.000-08:00

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Stieg Larsson

So, seven books short of my goal isn't too shabby. Worse than last year but better than the year before. I think I'm learning that the secret is not to expect to catch up in December. Seriously, I will never be able to read more than a handful of books in December. But, onward and upward! No more looking back at the past! It's a new year and a new goal! Whee!

And now watch as I fill my reading list with mysteries and thrillers. I'm a glutton, what can I say? But this one, this one is really great! All the hype is true, I assure you. It's amazingly well-written, thoughtfully plotted (even in those first 50 pages when you're wondering, "Where is this going?"), and has loads of good stuff to propel you forward on every page. Sure, it has its share of gratuitous violence (including some icky violence against women--brace yourself), but I think it ultimately defies a lot of the cliches of the genre and becomes something more. Really looking forward to reading the next in the series.

Book Fortyfive: God's Spy

2009-12-26T16:09:00.000-08:00

God's Spy, Juan Gómez-Jurado

What a slog. Everything about this book was difficult, from the preposterous plot to the cardboard characters to, worst of all, the stilted dialog. I'm going to guess that most of that blame lies on the shoulder of the translator. Either he has no idea how English is spoken or the poor fool had no choice but to translate some of the worst and weirdest dialog ever. My favorite bit comes when the two main characters (who are adults, mind you) show up at a delivery driver's house in the middle of the night to ask him some questions. "'I'm Ispettore Paola Dicanti and this is Padre Fowler. Don't stress out; you're not in any trouble and nothing has happened to anyone in your family. We just want to ask you a few urgent questions.'"

What the what?! Does anyone besides thirteen-year-olds actually tell people not to "stress out"?

But then, maybe I wasn't the prime audience for this book. I take it Mr. Gómez-Jurado was attempting to capitalize on the success of The Da Vinci Code and the whole Catholic church, conspiracy theory, hypocritical-men-of-the-cloth type of thing. Also, while there have been some thrillers that I have enjoyed, it takes much more for me to sit through that kind of grizzly murder shit without a good payoff in the end.

Book Fortyfour: Garnethill

2009-12-20T22:30:00.000-08:00

Garnethill, Denise Mina

Gosh, this was a great mystery and a great thriller. At every turn you're thinking, "He did it! She did it! Everyone did it!" but not in a contrived sort of way. The story is set in a Glasgow that, like pretty much every character, is bleak and flawed. Maureen is our protagonist and the story feels so much about her that I kept thinking it was told in first person. And every time I picked it up again I was surprised it was third person. She is freshly released from a mental institution, after suffering a breakdown when she remembers that her father abused and molested her as a child. And she is dating a married man who is a therapist (but not her therapist, we are constantly reminded because that would be wrong, right?), who she discovers in her flat dead with his head nearly cut clean off (unfortunately the day after she discovers that he is married). Obviously, everyone thinks she did it, so she feels compelled to do her own research into the case to clear her name and possibly discover who offed her boyfriend. And there's so much more to this story, really, the amount of craziness and coverups and seediness is out of control. So, so good.

Book Fortythree: Kidnapped

2009-12-11T23:25:00.000-08:00

Kidnapped, Robert Louis Stevenson

Sometimes I think there might be 12-year-old boy inside me (and no, not like that! Get your mind out of the gutter.) What I mean is, this kind of story feels totally made for me: adventure, sword fights, pursuit, the high seas, rebel uprisings. Just like in his other, only slightly better, book, Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson gives us a young hero who is suddenly thrust into some kind of marvelous adventure. This time, David Balfour is our protagonist, and after he is orphaned his miserly uncle sells him off to an unscrupulous sea captain to be a slave. But the real story starts when he meets Jacobite rebel Alan Breck and they take off across the Scottish moors running for their lives. Yes, I just said Jacobite. Not only is this a great story, but it's also a history lesson!

In essence this is a story about friendship and being true not just to yourself and your cause, but to those you love. So it's really a rough-and-tumble adventure with a heart of gold. Also, the intro to the Puffin Classics edition is written by my literary boyfriend, Alexander McCall Smith. Sadly, it's a bit of a letdown (apparently he thinks all kids are complete morons), but I'll give him a pass on this one. He still has my heart for loving Robert Louis Stevenson and wanting kids to love him just as much as he does.

Book Fortytwo: Blankets

2009-11-20T18:26:00.000-08:00

Blankets , Craig Thompson

It feels so much more founded to call a graphic novel beautiful than a regular novel, doesn't it? I mean, it's not just the story, but the pictures, too. Well, I loved this and thought it was, indeed, beautiful. I like stories that capture the sweetness and naiveté of young love. I used to hate earnestness, and now, when the story is told just right, I find it charming and perfect (maybe because I was too close to it then, but now that I have some distance I can look back on it and laugh a little). I suppose I am also drawn to stories that center around people's relationship with god and religion, an idea that fascinates me. Who are these people who believe in god and why do they? I think that's nicely addressed here.

Also, you can't beat all that snow.

Book Fortyone: I See You Everywhere

2009-11-18T17:10:00.000-08:00

I See You Everywhere, Julia Glass

It seems as if the new criticism of contemporary fiction is that people just don't like the main characters (especially of female characters, have you noticed?). I know, because I, too, have been guilty of this. But is this really a fair critique? Must you love everyone you read about? I think you could definitely say that about I See You Everywhere. Neither of two sisters, who alternately tell their stories over a period of thirty years, is really very likable. Meaning, you might not want to spend a lot of time with them. But, did it make for a good book? I think so. I suppose I was after a good, solid, contemporary novel (you know, with a story and characters) and this is exactly what I got. There are surprises and some emotionally heavy stuff, but I'm not going to spoil it for you.

In summation: not quite as good as Three Junes but better than The Whole World Over.

Book Forty: Mind's Eye

2009-11-11T18:03:00.000-08:00

Mind's Eye, Håkan Nesser

Don't you think it's so obnoxious when people say that they figured out who did it in a mystery right away and that the story was really predictable?

You do? Oh, okay, never mind.

Book Thirtynine: Poem Strip

2009-11-08T17:57:00.001-08:00

Poem Strip, Dino Buzzati

Oh NYRB, you already had my heart, but then you go and publish a graphic novel? Swoon.

While the drawings were beautiful (I saw glimpses of the Hernandez brothers in there), the story was a bit... loose. Not bad, just totally bizarre and at times, difficult to follow. I got the gist of the Orpheus and Eurydice story and then it got so poetic that, well, sometimes I like my stories to be more like stories. But whatever. I'm still super happy and found much strange loveliness in there.

Book Thirtyeight: Dead Until Dark

2009-11-05T12:40:00.000-08:00

Dead Until Dark, Charlaine Harris

Ugh, ugh, and ugh. You know how the Twilight books are bad, but bad in the most wonderfully entertaining way? Well, this book is just plain bad. Nothing entertaining about it. In fact, the writing is downright dull. I think from now on I will just stick to watching True Blood. As bad as that is, at least it allows me to moon over Alexander Skarsgård.

Book Thirtyseven: Dracula

2009-10-31T19:49:00.000-07:00

Dracula, Bram Stoker

I may have to go back and revise my review of Fangland, since I now understand just how heavily it borrows from Bram Stoker's Dracula. I mean, really, the entire first half of the book--the only part I thought was scary and good--is more or less copied entirely from Dracula, with a few minor updates. Now, I don't mind a bit of referencing, especially when done well and for a reason, but not when the only thing you add to it is complete and utter senselessness.

Ok, now I can talk about Dracula, which, I'm happy to say, I finally finished on Halloween. I think this took me so long to read because, while the book started with a bang, drew me in, and flew by, the middle was horribly drawn out and--dare I say?--kind of boring. The whole deal with Lucy: She's better! She's worse! She's better! She's worse! Oh boy. I could hardly keep my eyes open for the middle 100 pages or so. But then the last 150 picked up again and were frightening and suspenseful and amazing. I'm not going to go so far as to say that the boring bits ruined the book or made me dislike it--far from it! I just want to be fair about a book that is considered a classic. Still, everyone should read this. It's quite beautiful, wonderfully constructed, and creepy creepy creepy.

And now, even more appropriately, I am about to kick back and watch the Francis Ford Coppola version of the movie. That is, once the trick-r-treaters start to die down and I can watch uninterrupted.

Happy Halloween!

Book Thirtysix: Why Shoot a Butler?

2009-10-12T15:50:00.000-07:00

Why Shoot a Butler?, Georgette Heyer

I had no idea Georgette Heyer, who I love for her Regency romances, also wrote mysteries until I stumbled across this at the bookstore! What fun: my new favorite author combined with my new favorite genre! Though this isn't really a knock-your-socks-off kind of mystery, it did have everything I want in a cozy good read. You know: English countryside, a murdered butler (and some more murders before the novel is done), a smug yet lovable amateur detective hero, snappy witty dialogue, and some convoluted but smart story lines. Good stuff, indeed!

Book Thirtyfive: The Lost Art of Gratitude

2009-09-30T22:53:00.000-07:00

The Lost Art of Gratitude, Alexander McCall Smith

I bet it's fun, as an author, to push your own agenda through characters in your novels. And having readers like me eat it up.

Isabel thought about this. It was just too easy to say that adults did not like stories that were simple, and perhaps that was wrong. Perhaps that was what adults really wanted, searched for and rarely found: a simple story in which good triumphs against cynicism and despair. That was what she wanted, but she was aware of the fact that one did not publicise the fact too widely, certainly not in sophisticated circles. Such circles wanted complexity, dysfunction and irony: there was no room for joy, celebration or pathos. But what was the fun in that?

Sigh. I have nothing more to say about Isabel Dalhousie. I just love her so.

Book Thirtyfour: Carrie

2009-09-27T12:48:00.001-07:00

Carrie, Stephen King

When discussing this book club pick with a neighbor, she told us how, when she was mentioning to her daughter that she was reading Carrie for book club, her daughter said, "You know mom, that's just a book about bullying."

Which is so true. And when you look at it like that, it makes it even more frightening.

Book Thirtythree: Love and Rockets: New Stories #2

2009-09-26T22:58:00.000-07:00

Love and Rockets: New Stories #2, Los Bros Hernandez

I don't recommend reading this while very, very sleepy. No, wait, maybe that is exactly what I recommend. The surreal feeling with much of the Hernandez brothers' work is made even stranger by being in that weird dreamy state. And, honestly, I loved it. There is one long Jaime story, divided into two parts, about Penny Century, the Ti-Girls, Angel, Maggie, and others, which to me was surprisingly strange and wonderful. And between these two parts are two Beto stories that, as usual, involve weird, dream-like sequences and large-chested women. Obviously.

The only problem with these annual editions of Love and Rockets is that they are over so quickly. Boo!

And yay!

Book Thirtytwo: The Likeness

2009-09-24T21:12:00.000-07:00

The Likeness, Tana French

This is what you end up reading when you are stuck on a vacation with a book you absolutely can't stand, and you need to find something in the airport book store before your flight. And, whew! I am so glad this didn't turn out to be the stinker that was Tana French's first book, a book which I may or may not have hurled across the room in anger at the end. Seriously, if this one hadn't been good, it would have been entirely my fault for going back for more. But, fortunately, it was a good read with a good story and good writing. I've read in some places that other people also think that the book feels slightly similar in tone and character to one of my favorites, The Secret History, but I don't want to say much more than that. Not because it gives anything away, but just because I don't want to ruin the surprise. Well, not a surprise, just all the good weird shit that happens.

Book Thirtyone: The Convenient Marriage

2009-09-09T22:39:00.000-07:00

The Convenient Marriage, Georgette Heyer

I should really just fill my summers with Georgette Heyer and nothing else. Okay, I'd make some room for Twilight. But that's about it. I want nothing to occupy my breezy, lazy summer afternoons but sweet, simple Regency romances like this.

Though, really, this one is not that simple. At the novel's start, our heroine, Horatia Winwood (who everyone calls Horry... Horry!), decides to throw herself under the bus, excuse me, throw herself under the chaise, for her sister's sake and marry the Earl of Rule. See, the Earl wants to marry Horry's older sister Lizzie, but Lizzie is in love with Mr. Heron, and the Earl really only wants to marry any Winwood, it doesn't matter who. Anyhoo, 50 pages in, and there's already a wedding between our lovely couple, so what else needs to happen, right?

Well, it's clear that they don't really love each other, it's just a marriage of convenience. Ha, it all makes sense now, no? The Earl has a lady on the side, and Horry doesn't care what he does so long as she can spend all her evenings gambling. That's right, gambling. You won't find this plot twist in a Jane Austen novel. I won't give the rest away, I'll just say that there are some surprises amidst some expected resolutions.

And two more things you should know about Horry: she has thick dark eyebrows (that everyone has to comment on repeatedly) and a horrible, horrible, s-s-s-stutter.

I swear, I couldn't make this stuff up if I wanted to.

Book Thirty: Heartsick

2009-09-01T21:52:00.000-07:00

Heartsick, Chelsea Cain

Now that summer is drawing to a close I am finally getting in some good summer reading. I had been meaning to read this one for a while (ever since I heard Chelsea Cain on NPR's Crime in the City series), but to be honest never wanted to buy the mass market paperback. Something about mass market paperbacks gives me the willies. Even just writing the words "mass market paperback" makes my stomach turn so I think this will be the last time I write mass market paperback. Ok. Done. Anyhows, I saw this on the shelf at the downtown library, picked it up, and sat down and read the first 100 pages right there in the library living room. So good. I'm not big on serial killers or gore or gratuitous torture, and even though this book had all those things in freaking spades, it still got me. In fact I finished it in just over 24 hours. Too good to put down. And look, two sequels!

Book Twentynine: The Cottagers

2009-08-30T22:35:00.000-07:00

The Cottagers, Marshall Klimasewiski

It's not that I didn't like this book. It's just that it left me feeling like an empty shell of a human being with no hope or faith in humanity. But otherwise... yay!

I don't know, I just find that as I get older I have less and less patience for books or movies about hateful horrible people who despise themselves so much that the only thing they can do is snipe at others and drag everyone down into their own pits of depression. And by everyone, I'm also including you, the reader. I know that the world isn't always peachy and wonderful, but I find that there are much better ways to convey the horribleness of other people than this. I guess the book wasn't a total loss, in that the slightly thriller-ish aspect was intriguing and I tore through the last 100 pages just to know what happened. But I'm not entirely sure it was worth the suffering.