Bless Your Crooked Little Heart

Hobbies are for people who don't read books.

Noel Bostock had me on the second page with this gem: "Hobbies are for people who don't read books." Hear, hear! I suppose it's really his late godmother, Mattie, who had me—it was her saying, after all. She's brimming with nuggets of wisdom: "What is the one thing that is more important than money? Taste." Which calls to mind my mantra, via Dorothy Parker, "I've never been a millionaire, but I just know I'd be darling at it."

But enough about how darling I'd be. Back to Crooked Heart.

Desperate times call for desperate measures...and unlikely allies. You won't find two unlikelier than Noel Bostock and Vera Sedge. You will, however, find yourself rooting for them.

Noel, a ten year old evacuee during the London Blitz, finds himself housed with Vera, or Vee, a thirty-six-year-old widower and small-time con artist, drowning in debt and disappointment. Having spent years scraping by, caring for her mute mother and selfish son, Vee takes Noel in on a whim—hoping to use his limp and perceived daftness to her monetary advantage. For his part, Noel, who prefers books to people, has lost all interest in a world no longer inhabited by his godmother, the only family he's ever known. Roaming the bombed suburbs of London, cooking up schemes to make money off the giving hearts of others, Vee and Noel forge a hope-saving kinship—reminding us of the sage words of Sartre: "Home is other people."

Evans's tale is a black comedy set in a war-ravaged country—as unlikely a combination as Vee and Noel. Fortunately for us, it works as well as they do. I've long been a fan of humor's healing powers.

Posted by Rachel

Throwback Thursday

She's so mysterioso!
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We're throwin it back today to some of our favorite Christmas tales. Having perused the shelves of my local bookstore only to find the latest offerings underwhelming, at best, I thought I'd share a sampling of those Tracy and I have found to be tried and true.

Auntie Claus is a sure hit with the six and up bunch—teaching them it is far better to give than receive; a message easily lost in all that wrapping paper.  And when sweet little Suzie comes home in tears because the mean kid on the bus told her there's no Santa, you'll thank your lucky stars (or us) that you have Auntie Claus and the Key to Christmas at the ready. We second Auntie Claus: to believe is key—the key to Christmas, because of course, the best things in life are invisible.

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FOR 5 AND UP

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The Gift of the Magi and really any book illustrated by Lisbeth Zwerger

FOR 2 AND UP

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The Snowman (for a real treat, give them the DVD as well)

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Snowmen at Christmas (Snowmen at Night is another crowd pleaser)

Posted by Rachel

Start 'em Young

We've turned this week's Kid Lit Tuesday over to the experts: three tweens and a teen.

ABBIE

10-year-old Abbie loves books so much she takes them to bed with her. I can’t think of better bedfellows. She’s also a listener, which regular readers will know moves her up yet another notch in my book. Not that she needed any moving up; I’m already a huge fan. Abbie is a re-rereader; as in she's been known to read her favorites 10-20 times. According to her mom, “She’d rather read an old faithful than something new any day of the week.” Were there possibly another notch for her to climb, that would do it.

Trying to name her favorite reads of the year produced some anxiety, as it does with any true lover of the page, but Abbie persevered and came up with four she loves most:

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Out of My Mind

 

While these are her top four right now, she wanted to make it absolutely clear she has a much longer list of favorites. I have no doubt these, like her, are winners: The Candymakers; Harriet the Spy; Harriet Spies Again; The Ramona Series; Bud, Not Buddy, The Clementine Series; anything by Roald Dahl; Ivy & Bean Series; Mr. and Mrs. Bunny—Detectives Extraordinaire; Agatha: Girl of Mystery Series.

Topping her Christmas wishlist are two recommends by one of her favorite teachers: The Holocaust Chronicle and Night.

HARRY & BEN

Harry and Ben are 12-year-old identical twins with an identical love of lacrosse, swimming, basketball, fishing, skiing, and four-wheeling. And singing. In the shower, at breakfast, while doing homework, at bedtime. All the time. Be still my love-of-singing heart. No matter the activity, what they love most is doing it together. There is one thing, that until recently, they didn’t share: a love for reading. You see, while Harry has been a lifelong bibliophile, Ben is new to the sport. And it was never for lack of trying. He ached to be a reader but had yet to find the book to make him one.

Then came The Maze Runner. He devoured it. He couldn’t get his hands on its follow-up, The Scorch Trials, fast enough. As soon as he finished that series he jumped right into The Hunger Games Trilogy, and is now reading Harry Potter with his favorite reader-in-crime, Harry. All is right in their twin world again.

So it's safe to say, The Maze Runner is Ben's favorite read this year. Do we ever forget our first book love? I know I remember mine: Little Women. Our first loves are slightly different in tone.

A series Harry loves:

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The Mysterious Benedict Society

 

On their Christmas wishlist: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. They initially hesitated to pick up the Harry Potter series, having already seen the movies. After reading the first book, they instantly sounded the rallying cry of book lovers everywhere: "The book was way better than the movie!"

SHERIDAN

This story, years later, is still famous in the halls of our neighborhood elementary school. Mrs. Cole, beloved by students and parents alike, was at her post as sentinel of the 4th grade playground when her trained eye spied something disconcerting: an SUV with tinted windows had driven past, turned back, and was inching along next to the fence. Thinking she had a creeper on her hands, she set off at a brisk pace toward the vehicle. About half-way there, the window slowly began to roll down revealing Sheridan's mom, Tamara, who proceeded to yell across the playground at 10-year-old Sheridan, who was sitting alone on a bench reading, "Put your book down and go play! If I catch you reading at recess again you'll be grounded." Mrs. Cole stopped dead in her tracks and doubled over with laughter. Never in all her years of teaching had a child been threatened with punishment for reading at recess.

Sheridan kept right on reading, probably even that very day...once her mom pulled away. For her, reading trumped running around the playground, play dates, television, just about anything, really. At eighteen, she's still a consummate reader. When I asked her for some of her favorite recent reads, hoping to beef up our teen section, she sent a list that didn't include one young adult book. The recent stress of college application deadlines did remind her of a favorite childhood read, however: Julie of the Wolves. Something to do with wanting to escape to the wild where no one has even heard of college essays.

Here's a sampling of her non-kid lit recent favorites:

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Pride and Prejudice and 1984 made her list as well. Her Christmas wishlist includes The Complete Sherlock Holmes and Elegance of the Hedgehog.

P.S. Her mother would probably want me to add that it's not that she's adverse to reading, she just wanted Sheridan to make friends, get exercise, and enjoy the great outdoors for at least ten minutes a day.

Posted by Rachel

I’m Too Tired to Title This Post

Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.

It’s 2:45 a.m., and I’m reading past my bedtime.  Why, you ask?  I’m reading to feel normal.  My to-do list with unforgiving deadlines keeps growing—exponentially. If only I had Felonius Gru’s stolen shrink ray gun, I’d shrivel my list tout de suite.  Since life is hardly a cartoon right now, I have to settle for calculated escapes.  To find ways to do things that make me feel like a normal human being.  Reading is one such flight.  Football is another.  (Yes, I’m double-dipping tonight.)  So I’ve turned to Anna Quindlen, Rachel’s and my make-believe friend.  She’d fit right in with the two of us. We’re sure of that. After all, it was Anna who said, “A finished person is a boring person.”  Love her. 

Quindlen is a prize-winning author.  I want to give her a medal for being down-to-earth and real relatable.  A Short Guide to a Happy Life is a lustrous little prize. But that’s not what I’m immersed in tonight.  I’m occupied with How Reading Changed My Life. Q (think James Bond) reminds me that reading has as many functions as the human body, not all of them are cerebral. Technically, I am an academic, so I do like to read to expand my intellect.  But there are myriad reasons to take to books regularly.  My sister, who loves to ingest Grisham, reiterates that she often reads to be entertained.

I like Quindlen quoting the infectious, exceptional Roald Dahl: “[Matilda] had learned something comforting, that we are not alone”; she found endearing companions in book characters. Reading is a balm for loneliness.  It diminishes human isolation as much as it expands our knowledge or offers us entertainment.  “Part of the great wonder of reading is that it has the ability to make human beings feel more connected to one another.”  Amen Anna. Amen. 

And therein lies the power of reading.  How Reading Changed My Life will sell you on the sport in 82 pages.  If you need no pitch to graze from books insatiably, Q will inform and inspire by her descriptions of books that you’ll fast feel are must-reads by the time she’s through unfolding them to you.  Chances are, like me, you’ll find yourself reading her favorites well beyond your bedtime.

Posted by Tracy

Weekly Wrapup

It is possible for any man, by good deeds, to enshrine himself as a Saint in the hearts of the people.

WHAT WE LOVE THIS WEEK

Penguin Christmas Classics. We are swooning over these beautiful editions of old Christmas tales. The collection includes The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum, (pictured above) as well as yuletide classics by Louisa May Alcott, Nikolai Gogol, Anthony Trollope, E.T.A. Hoffman, and of course, Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol.

Bookish Throw Pillows. Odds are you'll want one or more of these under your tree Christmas morning. We love this one too.

Holiday Gift Guide. Did we mention it's here? We are working on beefing up our tween and teen sections; more coming soon.

Book Recommendations. Speaking of beefing up our tween and teen sections, we've heard it from a very reliable source (7th grade reading teacher and her class) that Pure by Julianna Baggott is a must read.

Animal Bookmarks. These page-holding woodland creatures are the perfect stocking stuffers for your favorite little bookworm.

Adorable Metal Bookends. We love these whimsical bookends that are as lovely as they are practical. The sly fox has us especially smitten.

COMING NEXT WEEK

Review of Crooked Heart by Lissa Evans

Our favorite children's Christmas books.

Some of our favorite young readers talk to us about the books they love most.

What The World Needs Now

History was being made in their bicycle shop and in their home, but the making was so obscured by the commonplace, I did not recognize it until many years later.—Milton Wright

Yesterday I wrote about how the world needs more of Tracy. You know what else it needs? More Wright brothers. And while we're at it, more David McCulloughs. I've been a bit weighed down as of late, as are many, by world events, the economy, the stresses of everyday life. I've also been spending too much time at Walmart. You can't beat the prices, but that place has a tendency to suck the joy right out of a person. So it would not be a stretch to say I needed The Wright Brothers right now. And boy did they deliver.

Wilbur and Orville Wright are the epitome of the underdog. Not only did they conquer the quest for flight, but they did it with "no college education, no formal technical training,...no friends in high places, no financial backers, no government subsidies, and little money of their own, [and despite] the entirely real possibility, that at some point...they could be killed." Orville would interject here and say, "But it isn't true, to say we had no special advantages. The greatest things in our favor was growing up in a family where there was always much encouragement to intellectual curiosity."

Wilbur Wright would wholeheartedly concur with that assessment, once saying himself: "If I were giving a young man advice as to how he might succeed in life, I would say to him, pick out a good father and mother, and begin life in Ohio." And be an avid reader. Their father, a traveling preacher, was a "life-long lover of books" and "heartily championed the limitless value of reading." They may have been a family of modest means, but their book collection was far from modest. Bishop Wright wasn't a huge fan of public education, and never minded his children missing school here and there to do something he found worthy, "and certainly he ranked reading as worthy."

For years, few took notice of the miraculous events transpiring in the Wright's home and bicycle shop in Dayton, Ohio, and on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, and of those who did, most were naysayers. At the heart of this well-told story is a close knit family that endured years of mockery, scrutiny, indifference, and accusations of lying about or, at the very least, embellishing, their successes in the endeavor of flight. Buoyed by their faithful father, the lessons of their late mother, and the unwavering and indisputably essential support of their sister, Katharine, the Wright brothers never faltered nor lost faith in their abilities.

Nor did they cave to public pressure, once cancelling a scheduled flight in front of 4,000 spectators—including members of congress who had ended their session early in order to attend. As reported in the Washington Herald: "No one with a keen sense of dramatic effect could have created a better scene to demonstrate the utter immunity of the two brothers from the fumes of importunity and the intoxication of an august assemblage." One senator said upon exiting the scene, "I'm damned if I don't admire their independence. We don't mean anything to them, and there are a whole lot of reasons why we shouldn't."

Read this book. Give everyone you know this book. And if you're a fan of listening, David McCullough narrates it himself, and his grandfatherly voice will soothe your soul as much as his well-written, timely tale. As was written in a Dayton newspaper upon the Wrights receiving their overdue accolades, "[this story] points out to the ambitious young man [or woman] that he labors not in vain, that genius knows no class, no condition. The modesty of the Wright brothers is the source of a good deal of comment, but above all, there is a sermon in their life of endeavor which cannot be preached too often."

Posted by Rachel

We Are All Drawn To Light

I remember something my mama
used to say on dark days:
If you can talk, you can sing.
If you can walk, you can dance.

What goes into the making of a beautiful friendship? One that weathers the years, the miles, the busyness of everyday life. Is there a magic formula? If by magic, we mean time and work, and simply always showing up, then maybe. I do know there is a blueprint for what makes a once-in-a-lifetime friend: Tracy. She takes real joy in my triumphs, suffers right along beside me in my moments of deepest sadness, and always, always make me laugh. This world needs more of her. More of her fierce loyalty, her rock solid faith, her authentic kindness. Most of all, more of her light.

We are all drawn to light, aren't we? I know I am. And when I find it within the pages of a book, I can't share it fast enough. So here it is: Home of the Brave. Light in the form of fifth grader from Sudan named Kek—a refugee who knows that while hope is hard work, it is everything; a boy who "finds sun when the the sky is dark."

Kek has seen darker moments than most of us will ever see in a lifetime. Horrors our Western minds cannot comprehend. Still, he shines light. On an aunt who's been "carved down to a sharp stone by her luckless life;" a cousin who struggles to fit into a new world he's certain does not want him; a friend in foster care; a life-weary old woman trying to keep a rundown farm afloat; and a sad, sweet, worn out cow. This boy, who weeps the first time he enters a grocery store, overcome by its "answers to prayers on every shelf," struggles to accept what to him, weeks before, were unimaginable gifts: safe shelter, a desk of his own, a pencil to write with, and a pillow to rest his head on at night. He carries with him the burden of those who may never know such gifts.

This book is a gift. Read it with your children, read it alone. Read it. This weary world needs its light. In the Author's Note at the end, Katherine Applegate reminds us that we do not need to be a refugee to feel lost. "It happens because we are human, and because life has a way of changing the rules when we aren't looking." She continues:

"Fiction, it's been said, makes immigrants of us all. But it's just as true that fiction helps us find our place in the world. A good story well-told is a compass in your pocket. A map to home. A light, always glowing, in a dark or mysterious harbor."

Or in other words, a friend like Tracy.

Posted by Rachel