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 followed by a serious case of torpor. 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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Death is a Difficult Act to Follow

Once, in the tide of Dunbar past, there were five brothers, but the fourth of us was the best of us, and a boy of many traits.

It’s time to come out of unintentional hiding. Rae’s done a bang ‘em up job on the holiday gift guide. Have you checked it out? I’m hoping to add a couple more to the guide before December 25. I finished Mark Zusak’s latest, Bridge of Clay. When Zusak read the final page to me, number 544, I wondered if maybe my mother who says some writers only have 1 masterpiece in them isn’t onto something?  The Book Thief is, in my humble opinion, a magnum opus. I can’t imagine how difficult it would be to undertake another fiction—death is a difficult act to follow. 

Bridge of Clay is well written. And the Dunbar boys, raising themselves in a bit of a barnyard masquerading as a house, are memorable. I’m glad I met them, especially Clay. Their lives feel tragic. Young boys should never have to watch cancer painstakingly kill their mother and steal their father. Like Liesel Meminger, the Dunbar brothers are resilient. I’m always a fan of hope in the face of overwhelming despair. At times, the story felt a little bit slow to me. But it was worthwhile. I completely agree with the reviewer who said, “This is a novel that requires time, patience and attention — just like the Dunbar boys, just like Clay’s bridge—to reap the inevitable reward.”

*Be warned: Boy will be boys—I needed Spongebob’s dolphin noises in lieu of the Dunbar boys’ sailor mouths. :/

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Holiday Gift Guide

People who say that I’m hard to shop for must not know where to buy books.


Our Holiday Gift Guide is here and it’s bigger and better than ever! We’ve tried to find a book for everyone on your list. Still need help finding the perfect book? Send us an email or comment below who you’re shopping for and we’ll do our best to find the right read. Click here to go to the guide. Happy shopping!

Christmas Tales for Every Age

“The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.” —Buddy the Elf

The second best way? Reading Christmas tales by the tree. We’re certain Buddy would agree—especially if you throw in some candy, candy canes, candy corns, and syrup. Top it off with a little hot cocoa and you have the makings of many magical nights ahead. We’ve rounded up some of our favorite new (and not so new) crowd-pleasing tales that are destined to be Christmas classics. Of course we can’t talk Christmas classics without mentioning one of our favorites: Auntie Claus. Click here for a list of some all-time faves. Oh wait, here too. Clearly, we have a thing for Christmas tales.

This may be our new favorite book. Festive illustrations and fun, rhythmic text make this an instant classic and the book you’ll read every year before piling in the car to pick up your tree. Pure magic! (A word to the wise, order fast because this beauty sold out early last year.)

A story to remind us that wishes can come true in the most unexpected ways. This one is brimming with magical illustrations.

A beautiful reminder of why we celebrate the season told in a way that helps children understand the true meaning of Christmas.

Every Christmas, J.R.R. Tolkien’s children would receive a letter from Father Christmas himself, with tales of reindeer run amok, an accident-prone polar bear, and troublesome goblins living under the house. With this wonderful collection, we all get to revel in the perks of having an author like Tolkien as a father. It must have been a charmed childhood, indeed.

A beautifully illustrated tale about the cheer of Christmas, the magic of New York City, and how important it is to be surrounded by love.

Silly and fun, this tale is all about making it home for Christmas to be the ones you love.

We may or may not be collecting these BabyLit books for our future grandchildren. Introducing favorite classics to babies: how can we not? Another Christmas classic, The Nutcracker, is also available.

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Someone Please Write This Man An Ode

“Sometimes heroism is nothing more than patience, curiosity, and a refusal to panic.”

Leif Enger deserves an ode, and based on my track record for odes owed, we best not wait on me. Speaking of shoddy track records, how ‘bout my posting habits of late? Sheesh. Tray’s been doing all the heavy lifting around here and I haven’t heard one peep of a complaint out of her. Have I mentioned she’s my favorite? I’ve spent the past month helping my boy get ready to serve the Lord and the people of Honduras for two years—then the past week sending him off, missing him tremendously, and incessantly refreshing my email for updates. Kinda hinders posting progress. But alas, I’m happy to report he’s arrived safely and is loving every minute of it so far. Whew. Happy boy equals happy mama which hopefully means more productive blogging.

Back to the reason we’re all here: good books. And this, dear readers, is one of the best. If you have yet to read it, may I be so bold as to suggest you pick it up pronto—as in now. You’ll thank me. Profusely. Need further convincing? (I’ll try not to feel insulted.) Here’s what one of my favorite Instagrammers, Kathleen Crowley, posted that immediately inspired me to dust off my own copy for a revisit:

I have this theory that the right book at the right time can change your life. My right book was Peace Like a River, I read it one year after my father died, and in it I found a young girl who loved words, and westerns, and her broken but beautiful family. It is the book I credit most for my love of reading.

Couldn’t have said it better myself. So I won’t. I will say I listened to it this time and Chad Lowe’s narration only adds to the magic. The best news? After 10 long years, Enger just released another novel and it’s exquisite too. Virgil Wander, in the words of one reviewer, “feels mostly like life itself, in all its smallness and bigness, and what it means to live a good one.” That’s what writers like Enger and Ivan Doig do best, isn’t it? So if your heart aches over the loss of Doig like mine does, you’ll find respite to rejoice over in Enger. Here’s hoping he doesn’t take another ten years writing the next one, but if he does, rest assured it will be worth the wait.

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A Time to Love, and a Time to Hate

“I can't stand it to think my life is going so fast and I'm not really living it.”

It’s pretty to think Rae and I could sit around and read books and write posts. Clearly, it’s not our reality. We have been reading, I assure you. The Paris Wife, which I really enjoyed, unveiled my next read: The Sun Also Rises. That’s right, I’ve never read Hemingway’s first novel that repeatedly makes multiple lists of the 100 Best Novels. I let William Hurt introduce me to Jake Barnes, Robert Cohn, and Lady Brett Ashley. It felt like high time to see what all the fuss was about. 

The fuss is about real life, overlaid with a façade of fiction. The Sun Also Rises is autobiographical—it’s about Hemingway and other writers who were part of the Lost Generation. In the wake of World War I, a group of disillusioned ex-patriates search for meaning abroad. They drink and travel and even run with the bulls in Spain. Fast living may have been an attempt to outrun the haunting effects of war. Jake and Brett’s relationship is easily the most interesting; a war injury prevents them from being together, which may ultimately suggest that love is no different than the other ideals obliterated by war. This book has me pondering—maybe it’s pretty to think that really living life comes naturally? 

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The Sun Still Rises

“I met the devil,' Ernest said, finishing his glass of wine, 'and he doesn't give a damn about art.’” 

I have two things in common with Ernest Hemingway: I also believe books are friends and I too love to sleep. Three, if you count liking to write. I knew next to nothing about the man before I read Paula McLain’s The Paris Wife. Scratch that, I knew he was a manly man; my college professor used the term misogynist, but maybe that’s a bit of a harsh stereotype? At any rate, I thoroughly enjoyed learning more about the American bohemian. 

 The Paris Wife is, for the most part, a love story. At 20, Hem is drawn to an older woman, Hadley Richardson, who is both pretty and practical. Hadley finds a home in Ernest. When they join the Lost Generation in Paris, their lives feel sensationalized. Their golden marriage seems indestructible. McLain’s story proved fascinating—it revealed a much softer side of a man referred to as “hypermasculine”; a man who was not afraid to admit, “I wished I had died before I loved anyone but her…I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time when we were alone.”

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