Mini-Review Monday

“Monday is a State of Mind. Put on your positive pants and get stuff done.”

For the record, I have no trouble putting on my positive pants. I will freely admit that I sometimes struggle to get everything done, but not today my friends. I’m determined to write about my latest listen The Wartime Sisters by Lynda Cohen Loigman. I wish I could chat with the reviewer who forecasted that if I loved The Nightingale and Lilac Girls, I’d be smitten with The Wartime Sisters. Lilac Girls was fascinating, and The Nightingale was illuminating. For me, The Wartime Sisters was meh.

Loigman’s story centers around two estranged sisters with secrets: Ruth and Millie, whose relationship suffered early on from loving but sometimes misguided parents. When Millie relocates to Springfield, Massachusetts to rebuild her broken life, her secrets catch up with her. (So do Ruth’s.) Both feel a sisterhood with women who toil behind the scenes at the armory in preparation for World War II. Loigman shares some nice detail, but her story felt a bit predictable to me. Besides, I wanted more depth. Sadly, this didn’t come close to the song of The Nightingale. I hope you don’t think I’ve ditched my positive pants on this one. Not to worry, I can do meh every once in a while.

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Not-So-Mini Review Monday

“To be honest, I’m just winging it. Life, motherhood, my eye liner. Everything.” 

I said it was time to bounce back, and I meant it.  Am I wingin it? Yes, yes I am. Maybe that’s my not-so-new normal? On the fly, I asked my book-lovin sis to keep me posted on her new favorite reads.  (Sharee’s “hobby job” at Barnes & Noble keeps her apprised of the latest, greatest pages.)  She said Born A Crime was fascinating—4 plus stars for sure.  In fact, she shared an interview snippet from Born A Crime author, Trevor Noah, to underscore just how interesting this coming-of-age story is. Anyone want to get to know Trevor besides me?  

Noah describes how on this particular Sunday night in 1993 — one year before Mandela came to power — Trevor, his mother (Patricia) and his baby brother, Andrew, emerged from an evening service in a wealthy white suburban neighborhood of Johannesburg. (Patricia liked to make a “circuit of churches” in various parts of the city even when their car was broken down.) The only real transportation option for carless Blacks in that part of town was an unregulated system of minibus taxis. After a long wait, a minibus driven by a Zulu man with a foul mouth and inherent dislike for Xhosa women picked up the Noahs. As the only passengers on the bus, the situation soon became hostile and Patricia knew they were in trouble.

Patricia kept her poise and asked the driver to let them out. He refused. Finally, she leaned over and whispered to her sleepy 9-year-old on the seat next to her: “Trevor, when he slows down at the next intersection, I’m going to open the door and we’re going to jump.” And sure enough, when the driver slowed down, she reached over, opened the minivan’s sliding door, hurled Trevor out and then jumped out herself, cradling baby Andrew. If Noah was still half-asleep when the door opened, he was not after hitting the ground and hearing his mother land next to him and scream: “Run!”

They ran, hid and eventually escaped into a petrol station, where they called the police. Patricia and Trevor were cut badly, while Andrew miraculously didn’t have a scratch.  As they left the gas station Trevor says to his mother, “Look, Mom. I know you love Jesus, but maybe next week you could ask him to meet us at our house.” Patricia grinned at Noah, and the bleeding mother and son erupted into laughter.

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Keeping up with the Kennedys

“The Kennedy assassination is one of the ghostliest parts of our history. The Kennedy family—that's our royalty. It's fascinating and tragic and just strikes to the heart of our country.” —Richard Belzer

Okay, it’s time to bounce back. We have been off the grid, MIA, unaccounted for and truthfully speaking, kinda lame.  We’ll own our lameness, we’re not proud. Don’t believe me?  I’m writing a Monday mini-review on Wednesday. Here’s the thing: I’ve been on a Kennedy bender. I know there’s no such thing as royalty in the United States, but if any family has come close to that level, it’s the Kennedys.  Who needs the Kardashians when you’ve got political power, fame, fashion, r deletion, beauty and tragedy all rolled into one Irish Catholic bunch? If your curiosity is piqued, here are two reads for you. 

While the Kennedy family occupied a prominent place in the world’s spotlight for decades, one Kennedy remained in the shadows. Beautiful Rosemary, the third child belonging to Joe and Rose, was born with developmental disabilities and later hidden as a result of her intellectual deficiencies. Larson’s narrative does not hide the Kennedy’s disregard for Rosemary’s needs at times. Of course, little was known about how to treat mentally challenged individuals in the first half of the 20th century, but sometimes the Kennedy’s ambition and power budged out humaneness. Larson offers a silver lining to the story when she echoes Eunice Kennedy’s thought that it was through the loving, indomitable spirit of Rosemary, that the Kennedy family found one of its greatest missions and in doing so, changed millions of lives. I’m so glad I got to meet Rosemary. (And to learn more about important mental health issues.) This was an interesting, sometimes fascinating read. Know that Larson presents a whole lotta facts, so it feels more methodical than lovely as far as the story telling goes. 

I’m happy to report that I was not alive the day JFK died. Five days in November gave me an intimate look at that horrifying day in Dallas—and an even greater respect for Jackie Kennedy, who proved that bravery, kindness, and grace can outshine tragedy.  Hill, the secret service agent who first responded to shots fired by jumping onto the trunk of the President’s car, gives a surprisingly detailed account of the president’s assassination all these years later. I agree with the Publishers Weekly editor who said, “What this book—whose contents we’ve waited 50 years for—lacks in artistry, it makes up for in immediacy.” The moving pictures in Hill’s book may well equal a thousand words. Know this, I may bow and scrape a little when it comes to some of those Kennedys. 

p.s. If I were on a real bender, I’d read Mrs. Kennedy and Me next. 

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Playing Favorites (2018 Edition)

Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together. —Liz Taylor

While I’m pretty sure a tall Diet Coke isn’t what you had in mind, and slightly tinted Burt’s Bees is as close to lipstick as I’ll ever get, I’m with ya, Liz. Time to pull myself together. And what better way than with my top reads of 2018? To mix things up a bit, since I’m suddenly so on top of things, I thought I’d break things down a little differently this year—mainly because choosing my favorites seemed especially excruciating this go around. Which for an ardent fan of the page, is a fantastic problem to have.

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Favorite Read of the Year

While I’m struggling to narrow down a list of favorites, there’s no question this one sits squarely at the tippity-top. Click here for my review.

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Favorite Non-Fiction

Other than Just Mercy, that is. But I’m not counting that one since it won overall. My list; my rules. A very close second…or really, third, would be 40 Autumns. Reviews of both coming soon. Promise.

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Favorite Historical Fiction

This fictional story based on real-life literary hero, Dita Kraus, will stay with me for a good long while. Read my review here. A close second? Dear Mrs. Bird.

Favorite Fiction

This book reminded me all over again why I love reading. A very close second for the same reason: Virgil Wander. Click here for my review.

Favorite Listen

I’m with Tray on this one. (Spoiler alert: I’m always with Tray.) Anna Popplewell’s performance is spot on.

Favorite Memoir

No surprise I’m with Tray on this one too. So glad she found this gem and sent it my way—she always keeps me in good books. Read her review here.

Biggest Disappointment

My most anticipated read of the year quickly turned into my biggest letdown. Read my review here.

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2018 Top-of-the-List

Rachel’s said it before and I’ll say it again, “We take birthdays seriously around here!” So why wasn’t I in the same zip code as Rae on the 1st?  Why, oh why? (I promise I would have sung the high harmony, Michael Scott style.)  Now granted, I got to see her the previous Saturday for not nearly enough hours, but you should get to spend considerable time with the people you love most.  Good fun, favorite humans, favorite reads…I want it all apparently. 

Speaking of favorite reads, my 2018 picks are obviously overdue.  Here they are without further ado: 

I’m in good company with Barak Obama. The former Pres said Educated was one of his favorite books of the year—visionary Bill Gates was bringing up the rear when he mentioned it was on his holiday reading list. I reviewed this astonishing memoir last March. I’m still baffled and amazed by Educated. Let me re-iterate, “Hats off to you Tara Westover…for beating the staggering odds, for educating yourself. I have big respect for your obvious moxie and your incomparable resolve. Move over Jeannette Walls, there’s a new hero in town! “

Honestly, I’m struggling to narrow down my favorites. It’s just so hard.  The Tattooist of Auschwitz noses out Where the Crawdads Sing by virtue of the fact that it is based on a real-life, against-all-odds story.  One that has profound staying power. I admire Lale Sokolov’s indomitable hope and his deep-rooted integrity. This is a holocaust novel you won’t want to miss. 

BEST LISTENS

Audible narrator Anna Popplewell brought the oh-so memorable character Emmeline Lake to life. Rae and I concur, this is definitely a listen worthy of repetition.

The only thing better than a highly entertaining Jonas Jonasson novel is Peter Kenny reading one of them. If you don’t believe me, check out Jonasson’s latest: The Accidental Further Adventures of the Hundred-Year-Old Man. This book is a sequel to a best seller of a similar name with a different narrator. Wisely, they went with Kenny on round two.  Good idea!  

HONORABLE MENTIONS 

I’m out of space, I know. Here are the honorable mentions: Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens. It’s a toss-up between Virgil Wander and The Paris Wife. Anything by Neil Gaiman is well beyond an honorable mention—he’s top-of-the-list, just below the birthday girl. 

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Mini-Review Monday

“And now, dear reader, the story is over. It is time for you to cross the bridge once more and return to the world you came from. This river, which is and is not the Thames, must continue flowing without you. You have haunted here long enough, and besides, you surely have rivers of your own to attend to?”

I had a co-worker who would always say “Happy Monday!”  Is it me, or is this an oxymoron?  Mondays come fast and hard. I thought a mini-review might chase away beginning-of-the-week blues. And who better to help cheer us than Bristish lovely Diane Setterfield? Rae introduced me to the master storyteller a while back. I tried to return the favor; for Christmas, I gave her Setterfield’s latest Once Upon a River.

I L-O-V-E-D listening to this magical, puzzling tale of three desperate families in search of three girls, all independently and mysteriously missing. Like the river it revolves around, the Thames, Setterfield’s modern folklore will draw you in. Hers is a rich plot with highly memorable characters whose lives are impeccably intertwined. Combine an enchanting yarn with audible phenom, the gifted Juliet Stevenson, and you’re bound to swoon over Once Upon a River. To the Top 100 reviewer who said, “if I threw [this book] across the room, I think it might fly,” I offer my two cents—not only does Once Upon a River fly, it will take you to another world that leaves you wanting when your feet eventually touch back down on the ground.

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Opposite Day

My house is clean, top to bottom. Kids are in bed and lunches made for manana.  All of my laundry is washed; yes, that says all.  And while I’m runnin on empty, I am having a small organizational moment here. Gotta relish before it’s over, and it will be over. Probably tomorrow. But why not generate a post before I sleep? This is once-in-a-blue-moon efficiency people!

In December, I told my kids to focus on what they received from Christmas more than what they were given by people. In the opposite spirit of that advice, I am going to share with you a few books that I received that look downright awesome. Call me George Costanza: it’s opposite day. 

Who isn’t fascinated by the Kennedy family? My book-lovin’ friend, Julie, gave me Rosemary on the heels of reading it herself. She used the word engaging to describe these pages, and important. The New York Times Book Review supplied this description: “A biography that chronicles her life with fresh details . . . By making Rosemary the central character, [Larson] has produced a valuable account of a mental health tragedy and an influential family’s belated efforts to make amends.” I’m always up for engaging and valuable.

My sis works at Barnes and Noble, so she has her ear to the stacks. She wrapped up The Lightkeepers in shiny silver with a red bow—it looked good under my tree. In the light of day, it’s looking just as promising. This novel, that follows a nature photographer to the Farallon Islands for her one-year residency, won the B&N Discover Great New Writers Award for Fiction in 2016. I love to see newbies succeed; thanks for the intro Sharee. 

Don’t think for a minute that Santa didn’t visit his literary workshop.  He (or should that say me?) put The Library Book right next to my stocking. A signed copy. When I read this goo-goo review, I knew St. Nick would have it stuffed in his sack: “Moving . . . A constant pleasure to read . . . Everybody who loves books should check out The Library BookOrlean, a longtime New Yorker writer, has been captivating us with human stories for decades, and her latest book is a wide-ranging, deeply personal, and terrifically engaging investigation of humanity’s bulwark against oblivion: the library. Every booklover in America is going to give or get this book.” It’s my very next read—that, my friends, is not the complete opposite of everything I want to do. 

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Make Me A Booksloth 2019

“To save one is to save the world.”

It’s been twenty-five days since my last post. Not to point out my obvious inadequacies, but twenty-five days? Wow. Would you believe me if I said I’ve been around the world in a quick 24? I didn’t think so. Delivering “toys” to my five good girls and boys this year felt like a lot—so much so that I may be ready for a little hyperphagia. Please make me a booksloth 2019! 

Enough lamenting and dreaming. Let me tell you about the book I gave away most this Christmas: The Tattooist of Auschwitz. Like Beneath the Scarlet Sky, The Tattooist is based on a true story but qualifies as historical fiction. Like Mark Sullivan, Heather Morris interviewed a holocaust survivor late in his life to share his remarkable story with the world. Lali Sokolov was forced to tattoo thousands of Jewish prisoners with identification numbers for two and a half grueling years.  When he inked an incoming Slovakian girl, Gita Furman, it was love at first sight. 

I liked what Graeme Simsion, The Rosie Project’s brainchild, had to say: The Tattooist of Auschwitz is an extraordinary document, a story about the extremes of human behavior existing side by side: calculated brutality alongside impulsive and selfless acts of love. I find it hard to imagine anyone who would not be drawn in, confronted and moved. I would recommend it unreservedly to anyone, whether they’d read a hundred Holocaust stories or none.”

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