Throwback Thursday

“Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.” 

Steph Curry is draining buckets. Heart Emoji. He just banked in a threeee! What a great way to end the day. Throw in a little chatter about books and I’m golden. It’s Thursday, so time to talk of reads gone-by. Maybe sports on the brain brought Mitch Albom to mind? Albom, originally a sports columnist, has written several best sellers—the very best of which is Tuesdays with Morrie. 

If you haven’t read Tuesdays with Morrie, promise me you will. Soon. This book is portable magic. What began as a labor of love to help Albom’s sociology professor pay mounting medical bills commensurate with a terminal illness, resulted in the best-selling memoir of all time. The accomplished journalist reconnected with his dying professor for the final months of his life. I’m grateful to have gotten a glimpse into Morrie’s study each Tuesday, where he shared irresistible wisdom with his “former” student. Wisdom about how to better live and how to better love. Morrie is the consummate teacher. And his finest classroom proved to include a hospital bed and an oxygen machine. Just thinking about this gift of a book reminds me, once again, that “The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and let it come in.” 

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Top Bins

“A good book is an event in my life.” ―Stendhal

Rachel can attest that a soccer sideline is my home away from home.  Can’t say that I’ve ever written a blog post at a soccer game before, but I’m all about trying new things these days.  Besides, I’m trying to appear efficient.  Key word: appear.  I didn’t bring a book with me. Clearly, I have failed to implement Rachel’s advice, which would allow me to maximize these halftime minutes.  I’ll just have to settle for the temperate spring sun warming my face.  

I’m hoping you’ll settle for some famous authors' YA picks on this sunny kid-lit Tuesday.  I’ve chosen a couple that I’d like to read with the boys.  Gillian Flynn, author of Gone Girl, admitted that “The Westing Game completely charmed [her] as a kid: the clever mystery, the complex characters and the nasty, fantastic Tabitha Ruth Wexler.  I still read it once a year.” A book that commands an annual read?  I’m in like Flynn!

Why have I never heard of Eleanor Estes’ Rufus M.? I’d like to think it’s because I’m too young for a children’s book published in 1943.  But there should be a trickle-down effect where Newbery Honors are concerned, no?  Author Dick Cavett fell in love with Rufus at the precocious age of three. The fact that this book is still in print says a lot.  That Estes wrote The Hundred Dresses might say as much, if not more.  I’ve gotta say the prospect of a new read is just as exciting as the goal our team just headed in the net!

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Throwback Thursday

“He saw things in a way that others did not, so that a city I had lived in all my life seemed a different place, so that a woman became beautiful with the light on her face.” 

Honestly, there are times when throwin’ it back yields good things: Nestle Quik, Elmo, ripped jeans, Banana Bikes, Air Jordans, Chiclets tiny size gum, and Rankin & Bass Christmas specials to name a few. Books are no exception. Countless reads from the past cry out from my bookshelf for a re-read (a re-relish) and make me wish I could control the flow of time. Reads that make me think so many books, so little time. 

If you’re a better negotiator with the clock than I, Girl with a Pearl Earring is a book you could check out with the assurance of good literary vibes. You don’t have to be knowledgeable about or a fan of the Dutch Golden Age, Johannes Vermeer, or art to enjoy Tracy Chevalier’s most celebrated novel.  Griet, just sixteen years old, experiences servitude when her father was blinded by a kiln explosion. To help her family survive their collective tragedy, Griet takes up her post as a maid in Vermeer’s home. The unlikely bond that forms between master and servant inspires the charming portrait that has long secured a place in history. I agree with the reviewer who said, “This is a completely absorbing story with enough historical authenticity and artistic intuition to mark Chevalier as a talented newcomer to the literary scene." The novel does Vermeer’s painting justice: it’s beautifully written. You’ll likely remember it long after everything else goes out of style.

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May Book Club Selection

“Only different people change the world,” Granny used to say. “No one normal has ever changed a crapping thing.” ― Fredrik Backman, My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry

Calling all Ove-lovers, a new Fredrik Backman was released today to raving reviews. Of course. He must have heard we needed a guaranteed winner for May book club. That Fred is one thoughtful guy. 

Clearly, we're not letting the fact that we've yet to review The One-in-a-Million Boy or even crack open A Word for Love keep us from movin on to May. Don't worry about us, we'll catch up eventually. We may not be known for our punctuality, but we can be counted on to spy a good read and we've got our book-lovin eyes on Beartown.  

While Backman's other offerings have all been good, none have left me feeling Ove-level love. If Amazon's Adrian Liang is to be believed, Beartown may be the one to do just that:  "Masterful in its storytelling and honesty, this is another winner for Backman, surpassing even his much-lauded A Man Called Ove." 

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Friendship Is Constant In All Things

“Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.” ― Groucho Marx

Our intern is on sabbatical. And I’ve just returned from a quick road trip to Vegas to see Rachel and John Mayer—both keep me where the light is.  Thirty minutes from now World Book Day and the Bard’s birthday will officially end.  Not before I have something to say about it. 

Hemingway said “There is no friend as loyal as a book.” Clearly, Ernest never met Rachel or some of my other faves.  But I feel you Hemmy.  I just finished The Bartender’s Tale yesterday and already I’m missing the flinty Montana bartender, Tom Harry. I feel like I know him and his likeable boy Rusty. I’m going to miss Tom’s wisdom—to learn from the worst of [his] past rinsed away by the passage of time.” So sad to see my friends go. I had to remind myself of one important truth when I felt semi-verklempt as the sun set on Gros Ventre and the Medicine Lodge: if I miss my quiet friends, I can access them. Easily. They will always be there for me.  

On a day meant to celebrate authors, illustrators, books and glorious reading, I’m up late night to say I’m grateful for fictitious friends, new and old. And for all the ones I’m sure to make at future dates.  How awesome is that? 

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Throwback Thursday

“My grief had been plain and unpoetic, and the hole in my heart would’ve grown wide enough and deep enough to consume me had my mother and grandmother not kept me with them, and still.”

Couldn’t agree more with Rachel regarding the book club conundrum.  Sometimes you trade good reads for good friends and good eats. Of course, if you can pick a winner every month you’ve got the whole world in your hands. Seeing as it’s Thursday and I’m thinking about winners, let’s throw it back to a legitimate prize.

Oprah Winfrey did not introduce me to Kaye Gibbons. (She chose a few of Gibbon’s novels for her insanely popular book club.) Finding Gibbons was more roundabout for me. It was part luck, part inquiry, and I imagine the larger part was grace. Reading her novels was a window into her soul; in fact, her authenticity and utter honesty make her books the best policy.  

While I have taught her award-winning debut novel Ellen Foster in some of my university writing classes, I’m recommending Gibbons’ fourth novel tonight: Charms for the Easy Life.  Charms makes me think that southern women are privy to secrets of life that we all need to unlock. Sophia, Margaret, and Charlie Kate are uniquely independent women who share the same DNA and progressive off-beat lives in a world where men almost always provide for women.  Supported by Charlie Kate’s medical practice of her own making, this all-female family develops an imperishable bond as they each experience love and heartache during World War II. The Birches remind me that despite difficulties, I should embrace life even if unorthodox methods are required to do so. I want to live like Charlie Kate: with my boots on, good books and family close by, and the ability to ditch convention when called for…oh, and to live free from regret. So glad you and I met, Kaye Gibbons. 

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My Kind Of Book Club

"I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down." —Edgar Allan Poe

You and me both, Edgar. Which is why book clubs and I have a complicated relationship. Gathering with good friends to talk books and eat yummy food? I've got nothin but love for that. Feeling compelled to read books I have zero interest in? Meh. Which is why I've been book-club-free for the better part of a decade and mostly happier for it. But dang. Sometimes I miss those nights with the girls, especially when we all loved a book. And of course, the food.

So imagine my glee upon learning there's a way I can have my cake and eat it too (literally). Word has it there's a new book club in town called the Any Book Club. Here's the skinny: you get together, you eat (if that's optional for you we can't be friends), and you talk books...just not the same book. Instead of discussing one book you've all read, you each show up with a recent read and share what you loved (or hated) about it. If a book someone shares sounds good to you, you add it to your TBR list. Brilliant! No guilt if you don't want to read a book someone picks. No putting up with a read you can put down. You read what you wanna read when you wanna read it and you all stay friends. And you eat cake. Sign me up.

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Ode To Roald

“George didn’t say a word. He felt quite trembly.  He knew something tremendous had taken place that morning. For a few brief moments he had touched with the very tips of his fingers the edge of a magic world.” 

“Lukewarm is no good.”  Right you are, Mr. Dahl.  So when my boys were feeling unenthusiastic about not one, but two of our recent book selections, we had to retreat and turn up the heat. Luke and Jonah showed little to no interest in understanding why Noah Barleywater Runs Away. From the author of The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, I assumed the boys would be drawn in. I myself was beguiled by the fact that Oliver Jeffers was the illustrator. But the boys opted to snooze rather than cruise through John Boyne’s pages.  

Normally, I do my homework. I regret to inform you, however, that I’ve been dull.  Not sure why I thought The One-in-a-Million Boy was for young ones. Should have known better when Luke, a precocious reader, was having trouble following along. I moved the book from their room to mine. Cue Roald Dahl to the rescue. We read the skinny but highly entertaining George’s Marvelous Medicine. What’s an eight-year-old boy to do with a “most horrid, grizzly old grunion of a grandma”? The hypersensitive reader might feel like exasperated young George is out of line…what with concocting a toxic, popping, steam-releasing, swelling, shrinking medicine to cure inexcusable crankiness in an old bag. The truth is this should be a hilarious, light-hearted read.  Bless the gifted Brit who understood that reading should be fun and fabulous—splendiferous even.  

p.s. Thanks also Roald for your bewitching Dahlisms! 

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