Pitch-Perfect Pleasure

“Bunty and I had decided that if the Germans invaded London and broke in, we would push [Bunty’s hideous globe-shaped drinks cabinet bequeathed by her grandmother] down the stairs at them. The full extent of the British Empire was featured in a rather confident orange and we thought it would make them wonderfully cross.”

Did someone say Guernsey Literary Society? God Bless You, Netflix! Looks like I know what I’ll be doing Sunday night.  Yep, you heard that right: Sunday night. Rachel will attest I’m a night owl—the midnight hour is no problemo—but I can barely spare the minutes lately. Woe, woe, woe is me. Won’t someone throw me a pity party, complete with corn, duds and cokes at mi casa on Sunday? Maybe you can pack some pillows behind my back while you’re at it?  I sound like a girl in need of a good mollycoddle right about now. Let’s be honest: who doesn’t need an excess of chuckles and charm in their lives?  

If you’re after chuckles plus charm, and Guernsey makes you hanker for more, have no fear. One of our favorite 2@27 followers (and thoroughly stellar human I adore) sent good books after she visited me and my boy in the hospital.  She must have known that I could use a happy distraction from the cuts and the swelling and the scars. AJ Pearce’s Dear Mrs. Bird was pure delight. British bliss. You’re going to love big-hearted Emmeline Lake, an aspiring journalist with puffy dreams of becoming a lady war correspondent during the London Blitz. She constantly gets herself in a twist. When she unwittingly accepts a job as a glorified typist for an outmoded termagant who isn’t afraid to wear feathers, Emmeline does the unthinkable: she secretly responds to her boss’s advice column, as if she were her. Pearce’s charming debut novel has been compared to The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, so it seems fitting to let Annie Barrows have the last word on this fine read—“Funny, fresh, and touching, Dear Mrs. Bird is a pitch-perfect pleasure. It’s a rare and wonderful thing to read a book that seems to live properly in its era.” 

p.s. You’re bound to love Emmeline’s spirited bestie named Bunty too! 

p.s.s. Looks like Guernsey isn't the only one headed for the screen.

Posted by Tracy

Our Kind of Holiday

“Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers. How delightful if that were true.”

We can't think of a finer fake holiday than National Book Lovers Day—and what better way to celebrate than reading all day and staying up until midnight pacific time to watch Guernsey on Netflix the minute it drops? I'll stock up on the duds; you bring the popcorn. Adding to my giddiness level is the fact that the movie is chock-full of Downton Abbey stars. Worlds are colliding in a glorious way. This is shaping up to be a jolly holiday, indeed.

Posted by Rachel

Mini-Review Monday

The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

It's hot, people. As in so hot I'd weep, if I wasn't afraid it would dehydrate me. I've got no choice but to stay inside and read. My life may very well depend on it. Here are a couple of my latest lifesavers:

Still looking for a beach read I love as much as Big Little Lies, and while this one didn't end the search, it's not too shabby as page-turners go. Something in the Water checks off all the summer read boxes: characters you care about in perilous situations with a plot that will keep you guessing to the very end. Fair warning: it may keep you up at night. Also fair warning: there are some f-bombs dropped.

I've been meaning to read Allie and Bea for a while now, based on the recommendation of a friend. It did not disappoint.  I found myself cheering on Allie and Bea at every turn, and I bet you will too. Think of it as the sleeper hit of the summer so far. My only complaint: the ending felt rushed and a little forced.

Posted by Rachel

Hello Universe, Goodbye Screens

"People don't want to listen to their thoughts, so they fill the world with noise."

Rachel was right: we do take summer vacation seriously around here. Me and the kids headed for the mountains for a minute. Apparently, I'm not like most people because I do want to listen to my thoughts and drain my world of noise. (Well some noise, I do have kids in tow.) I hoped my kids would ditch screens for trees. But I had to coax. Needless to say, I was delighted when they willingly put down the controllers to finish our latest read: Hello Universe.

I feel like a fraud anytime I recommend a Newberry. Clearly, it's been labeled a winner by experts—I'm just simply saying I second that emotion. But maybe you, like me, haven't heard of this one? I happened upon Erin Entrada Kelly's third novel when I perused through Costco's books. The cover's disclaimer that some friendships are meant to be piqued my interest because I believe that's gospel truth. Hopefully, my boys learned something more about friendship, courage, and discovering their inner bayani (hero). Maybe they're even convinced there are no coincidences? What can I say? This book was as good as the woods and the sound of the babbling brook outside my window.

p.s. I loved Lola's stories within the story.

Posted by Tracy

New York, A Birthday, And My Best Read So Far

"I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world's greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance." Nora Ephron

Hi there. It's been a while. Did we fail to mention that we take summer vacation seriously around here? You know what else we take seriously? Birthdays. And Tray just had a big one. So we celebrated big in the Big Apple because if anyone deserves a New York soiree, it's Tray. The only thing better than that skyline, a night spent with Hamilton, and Magnolia Bakery's banana pudding was simply being in the same zip code as Tracy. She is good for the soul, especially mine. Throw in her lovely sister Nin and our dear friend Kym, top it off with a little Captain Craig and Lady Di, and you've got the makings of a magical holiday. It was one for the books.

Speaking of books and magic, it's only fitting to talk about my latest favorite read in a post about one of my favorite humans. And of course, as is the case with so many books I love, Tray found it first. It's a gift, I tell you. Lucky us for being the beneficiaries. 

The Librarian of Auschwitz is based on a true story about a real-life literary hero named Dita Kraus, who at the young age of fourteen, risked her life to keep the magic of books alive during the Holocaust. If you're a book lover (a redundant question), then you will love this book. Not to say this is an easy read—there were times I had to stop listening and weep. No, not easy, but hauntingly beautiful and immensely important. And hopeful. As Dita reminds us, "In a place like Auschwitz, where everything is designed to make you cry, a smile is an act of defiance.” You will smile. And you will even cheer. Because even in the darkest of places, "for the time the story lasts, the children stop being in a stable full of fleas, they stop smelling burned flesh, they stop being afraid. During those minutes, they're happy." Books are magic. And this one, just like Tray, is pure gold. 

Posted by Rachel

An Offer of Repair

“God smiles through the cracks in broken things.”

Help! We’ve fallen and we can’t get up! Rae and I haven’t helped with the shelf-improvement as of late, have we? Let me be the first to say I’m sorry. I stumbled across an article in Psychology Today titled “6 Science-Based Ways to Say ‘I’m Sorry’ Effectively.” Researchers believe acknowledgement of responsibility is the most important part of apologizing. So I publicly admit it was a mistake not to post more in the past 8 weeks. The second most important element of saying sorry is an offer of repair. (We don’t need to be sciencesy to know this stuff—it’s just good human practice.) At any rate, this post is a small offering of repair. Sometimes we feel a little more broken or tired or spent, and this was just one of those times.

I enjoyed The Map of Salt and Stars because it acknowledges that we feel a little more broken or tired or spent at times. (Granted, my problems are seemingly infinitesimal compared to a refugee’s.) It took me some time to finish—which had more to do with my life than the book.  While I pride myself on picking good reads, I should have thought to go with a lighter read to span Luke’s surgery/recovery than Joukhadar’s rich debut novel. The plight of Syrian refugees is sobering and heavy. And significant. I was reminded how important it is to find our voice and to learn the skill of repairing ourselves. I’m not ready to compare this to The Kite Runner just yet, but here are three things I loved about this book: (1) The writing was lyrical. At times, I felt like the pace was a bit slow (again, maybe that had to do with what I had going on outside of the book), but the writing was consistently beautiful; (2) I really liked Joukhadar’s strong and independent female characters; (3) I loved that both narratives involved a search for home, which is rarely a place and more often about people. I too wonder “whether the most important things we see in God are really in each other.”

Posted by Tracy

Shelf-Improvement

“There’s always room for improvement, you know—it’s the biggest room in the house. —Louise Heath Leber

Geez Louise, we have room for improvement right about now. It’s the only room in the house.  I’m not sure what to say about it. My son is healing after a five-hour surgery, but I’m having trouble recuperating.  And I haven’t read for days.  But I did have the recent good fortune of chatting with my neighbor Heather who is the consummate high school English teacher. (A Miss Gibson kinda girl.) Our conversation naturally drifted to books. So I did what any zonked (as in tired) blogger would do: I asked her to recommend some of her favorite reads. If you’re searching for your next read and you’re interested in history, you can trust in these: 

Heather just finished this book and couldn’t stop raving about it. NPR hailed LaPlante’s novel as one of the best books of 2012. From what I can see, this book celebrates a woman of great strength and even better perspective. One reviewer said, Marmee & Louisa “provides new [and compelling] evidence exposing [Abby’s] undeniable influence on her daughter … Fresh material gives flesh to the formerly invisible Abigail, revealing how she and her famous daughter mirrored one another … Thoroughly researched and moving.” If you love Alcott, you are bound to love this beauty. 

This too is a book written years ago that remains fascinating. Rachel vacillated when assigning stars to Larson’s best seller: 4, maybe 4 and half? Here’s what I know: if Rachel and Heather both recommend it, it’s worth reading.  If you’re curious as to what this book is about, amazon’s description goes like this: The Devil in the White City is a “true tale of the 1893 World's Fair and the cunning serial killer who used the fair to lure his victims to their death. Combining meticulous research with nail-biting storytelling, Erik Larson has crafted a narrative with all the wonder of newly discovered history and the thrills of the best fiction.” I’m pretty sure I need to take a trip to the fair this summer. 

Written by Tracy

Envoy of Beauty

“If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.” 

Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. I think we know the answer—we’d all ditch insignificant sleep and try not to blink. I’m pretty sure we’d feel delirious. And yet the stars come out every night and we elect to watch t.v. Our obvious deficiencies don’t change the fact that some books feel like starry, starry night.  They make us feel delirious. In fact, they’re indescribable. So here’s my frank admission: I don’t have enough lovely words to adequately describe this week’s throwback. (Yes, I’m fully aware that it’s Friday.) 

It’s a daunting task to try and review a book that glimmers like The Nightingale. Personally, I think this is a story everyone should read. While World War II novels don’t constitute the read less traveled, I was particularly riveted because Hannah opted to focus on a part of history seldom explored—the women’s war. Two sisters, dissimilar as night and day, navigate the treacherous and winding path of Nazi-occupied France. I felt blessed to observe valiant characters in defining moments of great challenge—characters that grew out of real-life war heroines Andree de Jongh and Edith Cavell. This unforgettable novel celebrates the durability and strength of women. It reminds me of the resilience of the human spirit. I was no less enamored by the powerful message of love and sacrifice.  A book that is irrefutably inspiring. Like Emerson’s description of the stars, The Nightingale is an “envoy of beauty,” to help illuminate the universe. And I'm still basking in this brilliant novel. 

Posted by Tracy