Book Club Monday

No matter how foreign and lonely the world outside, the books always reminded me of home.
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It's Book Club Monday and I don't have my book yet. Anyone seeing a pattern here? The good news is I just downloaded it from Audible to start listening until my hard copy arrives. The bad news is that doesn't really help me write a post about it today. Really though, none of us should be thinking about anything but the Bronco's brilliant win yesterday. If Tracy had her druthers, today would be declared National Peyton Manning Day in order for all to revel in his greatness. So that's what we'll do. We'll just revel a little while longer and meet back here tomorrow.

Side note: I just realized there is also The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind: Young Readers Edition. You can have your kids read their version right along beside you!

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Weekly Wrap-Up

This one's for you Tray....

Photo Courtesy of La Ciudad Deportiva

Photo Courtesy of La Ciudad Deportiva

 

WHAT WE LOVE THIS WEEK

Peyton Manning. I love him but let there be no dispute: Tracy is his hands down, numero uno, ain't-no-one-lovin-him-more fan. She'll be cheering him on from the stands tomorrow and if you know Tray, you know her voice carries—which means her man will know she's there and perform accordingly. Go Broncos!

Birthday books. Hooray for friends who love books! Here's a look at what's been added to my stack: Girl at War, People of the Book, The Japanese Lover, The Martian, and The Art of Hearing Heartbeats. If anyone needs me, I'll be reading.

You can be sure whenever I bring myself to put one of these books down, my page will be marked with this beauty from a dear friend.

Speaking of books and lovelies, another dear friend gave me this print from one of my favorite children's books illustrators, Emily Winfield Martin. Lucky, lucky me!

And look for more inspired posts as I've now got this to jot down any ideas that come my way. A lovely gift from an even lovelier friend.

Book recommendations. A long-time friend I don't see nearly enough of told me about a YA book she loves: Daddy-Long-Legs. I've ordered one up!

Book Gifting. Which is why we updated our Gift Guide to help you find the perfect book for just about any occasion. Bonus: when giving a book, include one of these. There is a space on the back for you to write your favorite quote! My friend Jill went all the way to Vienna to find them, but thankfully she's shared a way we can order one without having to leave the house. Although, I'd still rather go to Vienna.

COMING NEXT WEEK

Tracy's review of Crenshaw.

My review of When Breath Becomes Air. Really.

A real, honest to goodness, bona fide Throw Back Thursday.

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Book Gifting Made Easy

My best friend is a person who will give me a book I have not read. —Abraham Lincoln

We want to make it easy to be everyone's best friend so we've revamped our Gift Guide to help you find the perfect book for any occasion. Need to give a friend a little lift and encouragement? We've got a book for that. Heading to a baby shower? We've got a book for that. Is the mom-to-be an English Lit fan? We've even got ideas for that. But enough from us, head on over and have a look for yourself!

Reality Is Overrated

I begin with writing the first sentence—and trusting to Almighty God for the second. —Laurence Sterne, The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman

Writer's block: a condition, primarily associated with writing, in which an author loses the ability to produce new work or experiences a creative slowdown. Well, that's definitely going on around here. You should be reading a Throwback Thursday post right now—we're long overdue for one of those, aren't we? Rest assured (because I can't) that it's not from lack of effort.

The past couple days have felt eerily familiar to my novel-writing days, or rather, my lack of novel-writing days. I'm stuck in a quagmire of uncreativity. Not a real word, I know, but it's the best I've got. I'm suffering from writer's block, remember? Side note: if you look up the antonym for creativity, it's reality. Which does aptly describe my life right now; there's been far too much reality dwelling lately for a girl who thrives in her own alternate universe.

While I work on pushing pesky reality aside and finding my way back to creative land, here are some favorite first lines from novels I love, as well as some from novels I'm yet to read, whose first lines make me want to add them to my ever-growing, reality-defying stack of books. Ah, the search for that perfect first sentence—the one that will pull your readers in and entice them to pull up a chair and stay a good long while. I know that search has kept me up nights. These authors make it look easy and I'm trying really hard not to hate them for it.

FAMOUS FIRST LINES

Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. —Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. —Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. —Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. —Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle

You better not never tell nobody but God. —Alice Walker, The Color Purple

Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person. —Anne Tyler, Back When We Were Grownups

I have never begun a novel with more misgiving. —W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge

Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
—George Eliot, Middlemarch

There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it. —C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. —Edith Wharton, Ethan Frome

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. —Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

All this happened, more or less. —Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

I am an invisible man. —Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. —George Orwell, 1984

I once believed that heroes existed only in old men's fables, that evil in the world had triumphed over good, and that love—a true, unselfish and abiding love—could only be found in a little girl's imagination. —Camron Wright, The Rent Collector

I'm stopping now or I never will. Well, at least not for a few more hours. There are so many more I could share. What are some first lines that have stuck with you through the years?

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They Say It's Your Birthday

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. —Marcel Proust

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It’s Rachel’s birthday today.  I picked her gifts thoughtfully, but mailed them in a flurry.  If you’re reading this Marie Kondo, I’m beyond help (and your reproach for that matter).  You may have organizational advice, but quite frankly, I need a cape. And I need it now.  Forget about being faster than a speeding bullet, or leaping tall buildings in a single bound.  I just wanna stretch hours in a day.  I just wanna summon up a little more non-three a.m. quiet time.  You know, time for the details, like writing Rachel’s birthday card.   

Here’s what I’d say.  Dear Rae,
Every time this year, I think about how much I hate proximity.  We could celebrate so much better together.  *The Bard said, “With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”  We’ve got mirth and laughter mastered, don’t we? I suppose the old wrinkles are comin.  I’m surprisingly okay with that.  If I have to age, I’m glad I get to grow older with an incomparable friend like you.   

I have to say that for some time I’ve felt like a nightingale that has forgotten the song of my heart.  In the fog of life, I can’t seem to recall the words.  Thank you for singing my song back to me.  Again and again.  You are, in truth, the once-in-a-lifetime friend.  

Happy Birthday girl!  We’ve got lots more of these to look forward to. Love you, Tray

Maybe this blog is better than a cape.  We have a lot to look forward to, don’t we?  Like this month’s book club selection. Rachel and I chose The Boy Who Harnessed The Wind: Creating Currents of Electricity and Hope by William Kamkwamba and Bryan Mealer.  It’s a little-known Best Seller.  I’ve given it away to nearly a dozen people, all of whom reported loving it.

Walter Isaacson, author of Einstein and Benjamin Franklin, said this about our pick this month: “This is an amazing, inspiring and heartwarming story! It’s about harnessing the power not just of the wind, but of imagination and ingenuity. Those are the most important forces we have for saving our planet. William Kamkwamba is a hero for our age.”  Like Rachel’s birthday cake, we can’t wait to dive in!


*Yes, I quoted William Shakespeare in your birthday note.  I’m the eternal English major!

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Weekly Wrap-Up

Even when a whole library can fit in your palm, the gravity of stories in dog-eared books will never grow obsolete. —Rick Bragg

WHAT WE LOVE THIS WEEK

Rick Bragg writing about books. Rick Bragg writing about anything, really, but today his ode to books is helping us recover from the shock of reading about Marie Kondo's "bulk reduction method." Leave it to Bragg to soothe our book lovin hearts.

Gordon B. Hinckley. For so many reasons. One of which is his love for books: "There is something wonderful about a book. We can pick it up. We can heft it. We can read it. We can set it down. We can think of what we have read. It does something for us. We can share great minds, great actions, and great undertakings in the pages of a book."

We want to move to London for a bazillion reasons, but mostly so we can send out these.

For now, we'll settle for one of these. And what's not to love about a little Big Ben Flare?

The lovely Emma Watson's new book club: Our Shared Shelf. Hermoine Granger would wholeheartedly approve.

You. For putting up with our sporadic posting as of late. Things got away from us again this week. We won't bore you with the details - there are few things drearier than hearing other people talk about how busy they are. We're on it. Promise.

COMING NEXT WEEK

February's Book Club selection.

The things we promised last week from the week before that we didn't deliver once again. We have high hopes.

One Small Thought Can Color The World

There is more treasure in books than in all the pirates’ loot on Treasure Island. —Walt Disney

I’m a bibliophile.  Because I listen ardently to Rachel, I braced myself for Marie Kondo’s not-even-close to magical advice about book keeping. Can I be 100% honest here?  I couldn’t deal with the absolute disregard she has for the beauty of books (despite girding up my loins).  Books are to be treasured, not torn.  They aren’t mere words on a page. Books embody so much more than print.  Take, for example, the picture book What Do You Do With An Idea.

What Do You Do With An Idea is a trove of gorgeous illustrations highlighting a boy and something precious he has created: a brilliant idea.  The story considers how uncomfortable and wonderful it can feel to have an earth-changing idea.  And it underscores the notion that one small persistent thought can color our world.  What a magical message with equally exquisite pictures—but it is more than that alone.  It’s confidence.  It’s hope.  It’s inspiration.

Dreamers and creatives alike will love this bright little read, the recipient of an Independent Publisher’s Book Award.  Wish Rae and I would have encountered it when we initially thought to blog about books.  We would have sprinted with the idea.  This keepsake will remain on my bookshelf for years—ne’er a tear.  Oh and they’re all relevant, lovely, enchanted pages.

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Brace Yourselves, Bibliophiles

I personally can't think of anything less sacrosanct than a bad book or even a mediocre book. ―Helene Hanff, 84, Charing Cross Road

I knew it was coming. The moment when Marie and I would go fisticuffs over my book collection. Well, it's here and it ain't pretty. My first instinct was to just skip over her book section and move right on to sorting papers—my true nemesis—but, alas, if I'm being honest with myself, I must admit I may be a borderline book hoarder in need of a little help.

So I broke down and bought a new book (keep your snickering to yourselves) and dove in, with as open a mind as I could muster. Trust me, it took a lot of mustering just to make it through the first couple pages of the section, but I persevered. Until I read this:

Once you have piled your books, take them in your hand one by one and decide whether you want to keep or discard each one. The criterion is, of course, whether or not it gives you a thrill of pleasure when you touch it. (I'm still with her...barely...until these next three sentences.) Remember, I said when you touch it. Make sure you don't start reading it. Reading clouds your judgement.

Whaaaat? Did I read that correctly? Or maybe reading is clouding my judgement. I'm to keep a book based on how I feel touching it, not reading it. We are talking about books, right? Credibility is flying out the window at this point, but still I muster on. The next thing I know, she's coming for my stack of books waiting to be read. I suppose for her that stack is unsettling. For me, it's pure joy. I'll throw her a bone here though. There are a few books in that stack I'm thinking I'll never end up reading, so I've decided to part ways. Score a small victory for Marie.

It's a short-lived one, however, as she tries to convince me I'm never going to finish Anna Karenina. "There's no need to finish books that you only got halfway through. Their purpose was to be read halfway." Do you hear that? That's Tolstoy rolling over in his grave.

And then folks...well...she dares go where no book lover in their right mind would even conceive of anyone going. She introduces what she calls the "bulk reduction method." Yes, it's as horrifying as it sounds. Realizing that in some instances it wasn't the book she wanted to keep, but rather certain information or sentences in the book, she decided (you may want to sit down for this) "to rip the relevant page out of the book" and keep it in a file. Sacrilege! Cue the collective gasp of bibliophiles everywhere. 

Here's a woman who loses sleep over the treatment of our socks, yet heartlessly defiles books by the dozens, rendering them useless to other readers. It's as if she doesn't have room to keep an entire painting, so she tears off her favorite part and discards the rest. I'm at a loss for words.

Clearly, Marie and I are at an impasse when it comes to my books—as in she's not allowed anywhere near them. I'll stick with Helene Hanff's approach instead (mentioned in the quote at top of post) and give away any mediocre books languishing on my shelves—undefiled. The bad books never made it to a shelf in the first place. My shelves will soon be lined with only books I love and those I plan to read, or yes, finish one day. Anna Karenina, I'm coming for you.

Posted by Rachel