It's A Doc Party, A Big Doc Party

Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.
New York World-Telegram and the Sun photo by Al Ravenna

New York World-Telegram and the Sun photo by Al Ravenna

Today is your birthday!  So you say. From there to here, from here to there, funny books are everywhere! We’ve got birthday boy Theodor Giesel on the brain today. And why not?  If I could only have one doctor growing up, I’d choose Seuss. No question about that. What child doesn’t love a daily dose of jocularity?  Honestly, I’ll take laughs in a house or with a mouse, in a box or with a fox; better yet, I’ll take them with Rae on any given day.  Thanks to Theo, imminent chuckles are just a book away.

So (I-do-not-like-your) Hats off to the droll doctor!  To commemorate, Rachel and I are celebrating reading more than we normally do. After all, today is NEA’s Read Across America, which calls for every child in each community to revel over reading.  So I’ll call Luke (thing 1) and Jonah (thing 2) to sit on their spreads and we’ll do what we do.  I’ll pull out my tattered turquoise blue and we’ll giggle hard and true.  From a pesky, paranoid fish, to a gentle hearing Horton, to the environment-loving lorax who speaks for the trees, oh the places we’ll go!  And all the funny while, I’ll think to say from my lips to the doctor’s ear, “Congratulations!  Today is your day.”  You’ve taken us great places.  You and yours are here to stay!

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Weekly Wrap-Up

[Courage is] knowing you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. —Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

WHAT WE LOVE THIS WEEK

Harper Lee, of course. This week, last week, and always. To Kill a Mockingbird has a permanent spot on our top ten favorites of all time list. We're especially loving that above quote because lately life has us feeling a bit licked. More like mowed down, trampled, pummeled...(insert any beleaguered adjective here). We started this blog with the (naive?) hope of posting every day and lately we've been lucky to churn out two or three a week. The dogged optimist in us would assure you that our sporadic posting will soon be a thing of the past. Oh, but that sliver of a realist demands we come clean and admit that, for a while anyway, things will probably stay just as they are. We hope you'll stick with us, because while we may indeed be licked before we begin, we really are going to see this through.

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Your feedback. We'd love to know what you think of our little online, obligation-free book club. We promise we aren't fishing for compliments. Just curious if you are reading the book along with us and are interested in book club Monday posts. Should we continue with this feature?

Friends who immediately think of us when they see one of these in their neighborhood.

Now this is our kind of planner!

Dr. Seuss. It's the dear ol' doc's birthday next week and we can't think of a better way to celebrate his day than starting off with some of these. How fun would it be to host a birthday party in his honor for your kids' book club? They could play this and make one of these.

Friends who know we need a good laugh and send us this:

Posted by Rachel

Throwback Thursday

If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.

I loved Rae’s last post because time bullies me lately.  He is, more accurately, beating me up. (Thumping me.) Needless to say Pink Floyd, there is no “ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, fritter[ing] away the hours in an off-hand way.” So I needed the reminder to cheat time.  Last night, I literally went to sleep with a book.  Fell deep into slumber with A Buried Life in hand.  Just a few pages of a good read make the day far better—even momentary escapes invigorate, right?

One of my most literary friends (and one smart muchacho) just sent me a link today to a Time article entitled These Are the 100 Most-Read Female Writers in College Classes.  Reading through the list of girls on fire, I found so many favorites.  Jane Austen, the subject of my Master’s thesis, and Toni Morrison, the author of several poignant reads for me, topped the list among the most widely read female authors.  And while the list is academic, there are plenty of accessible reads from J.K. Rowling, Amy Tan, Joan Didion, and Isabel Allende. You might want to check it out here.

Perusing the top hundred made me want to re-read my favorite Toni Morrison novel. If you haven’t read The Song of Solomon, promise me you will.  Know that it’s literature—intelligent stuff that deals with sobering issues surrounding racism. Morrison reminds me that life is not fair for a black man born in 1931 in Michigan City. That the stamp of slavery feels indelible for her archetypal character Milkman. This isn’t pulp fiction, and it’s not your mother’s book club selection either.  (If you’re an English major, you’ll feel right at home in these lyrical, rhythmic pages—in fact, you’ll savor them.) I think this book is worth reading if only to meet Morrison’s female character Pilate Dead. Pilate’s strength inspires me. She finds liberation without escape. It’s no surprise Pilate can fly without ever leaving the ground.

Posted by Tracy

Finding Time To Read When There's No Time To Read

To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life. —W. Somerset Maugham

If you don't have time to read a book, you probably don't have much time to read this post, so I'll keep it short. Much to my reading dismay, I've found I have less time than ever to spend between the pages of a good book lately. Clearly, this is a problem for a girl trying to write a blog about books. It's an even bigger problem when said girl considers reading a refuge. Let's just say my crankiness rises as my reading time diminishes. In a nutshell: "If mama ain't reading, ain't nobody happy."

For the sake of my own sanity and my family's, I've had to get creative. Here are a few tricks I've found to be tried and true.

AUDIO BOOKS ARE YOUR BEST FRIEND

Hear me out on this one, even if Tracy, the purist, won't. I'm an ardent fan of listening to books. I wouldn't be able to read half as many as I do if I wasn't a listener. I listen when I walk my dog, work in the yard, clean my house, run errands, or wake up in the night and can't go back to sleep. It can make even the most mundane task a glorious escape. I find I actually look forward to cleaning the garage (one of my least favorite jobs) if I have a good book to listen to. And road trips? Give me a good book and I will happily drive for hours. You just have to watch me closely as I've been known to miss exits or entire towns when engrossed in a good story. For a list of some of my favorite listens, check out our bookshelf.

TAKE A BOOK WITH YOU EVERYWHERE

Stephen King wrote, "I take a book with me everywhere I go, and find there are all sorts of opportunities to dip in. The trick is to train yourself to read in small sips as well as long swallows." These past few weeks I put this idea to the test with great results. I found time to read waiting in the carpool line and a solid hour at the hair salon while my son Ben got his hair cut (it helps that his thick, luscious locks take five-ever to tame). The bonus of keeping a book with me? Besides finding time to read I didn't know I had, I found that as I reached for a book rather than my phone, I avoided the time-sucking vacuum of social media (good) and spent less time reading the news (even better...it's depressing anyway).

GO TO BED WITH A BOOK

I've been doing this my whole life. Some like to fall asleep to the television, I'll take a book any day...or night. I try to read every night, even if I can only make it a few pages before the book is falling out of my hands. This is just one more thing Tracy and I have in common with our imaginary BFF, Anna Quindlen:

I remember the first year after my second child was born, what I can remember of it at all, as a year of disarray, of overturned glasses of milk, of toys on the floor, of hours from sunrise to sunset that were horribly busy but filled with what, at the end of the day, seemed like absolutely nothing at all. What saved my sanity were books. What saved my sanity was disappearing, if only for fifteen minutes before I inevitably began to nod off in bed, into the dark and placid English rooms of Anita Brookner's newest novel, into the convoluted plots of Elmore Leonard's latest thriller, into one of my old favorites, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Goodbye,...Wuthering Heights. The romantic ramblings of Heathcliff make a piquant counterpoint to dirty diapers, that's for sure. And as it was for me when I was young and surrounded by siblings, as it is today when I am surrounded by children, reading continues to provide an escape from a crowded house into an imaginary room of one's own.

Posted by Rachel

Thank You, Harper

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view...until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it. —Harper Lee

Harper Lee (1926 - 2016)

Thank you, Harper, for the gift of To Kill a Mockingbird and for helping us all believe in the power of a story well-told.

Read This Book

I can't go on. I'll go on. —Samuel Beckett

This one felt personal. I imagine it will for most as there are few who haven't been caught in cancer's crosshairs. This past week it took one of the good guys. My mom's brother, affectionately nicknamed Ornery—his crusty curmudgeon exterior a ruse to cover up the softy inside. He loved quietly, yet fiercely, and there wasn't so much as a drop of pretense in him. In spite of his goodness, and how many so desperately wanted him to stay, cancer, ever indiscriminate and callous, took him anyway. Just like it came for my cousin's husband last year, just months after her mother. And recently came knocking on the door of a dear friend. Paul Kalanithi asked, "If the weight of mortality does not grow lighter, does it at least get more familiar?" Lately, I'd say it's become all too familiar.

When Breath Becomes Air is the unfinished memoir of Paul Kalanithi. Diagnosed at the age of thirty-six with stage IV lung cancer, he simply ran out of time. To write and to live. At the time of his diagnosis, Kalanithi was on the verge of completing a decade's worth of training as a neurosurgeon. Suddenly, the future he had been so doggedly pursuing, vanished into thin air. In a moment he went from being a "pastoral figure aiding [his patients through] life transition[s],...[to a] sheep, lost and confused. Severe illness wasn't life-altering, it was life-shattering." It felt as though someone had "firebombed the path forward" and he would have to find a way to "work around it." And work around it, he did, and by doing so, teaches us all how to carry on living in the face of death. He wrote:

I would have to learn to live in a different way, seeing death as an imposing itinerant visitor but knowing that even if I'm dying, until I actually die, I am still living.

In his youth, books were his "closest confidants, finely ground lenses providing new views of the world." In the face of death, "it was literature that brought [him] back to life." Waking one morning in so much pain he thought, "I can't go on," the next three words of Samuel Beckett immediately came to mind, "I'll go on."  And so, repeating those seven words, "I can't go on. I'll go on," he got out of bed and went on. He found the words he needed to go forward. And we are all the better for it.

*Below is a beautiful interview with his wife. It says more than I ever could about why you should read this book.

Posted by Rachel

This One's For The Girl

It's possible that all labels are curses. Unless they are on cleaning products. Because in my opinion, it's not really a great idea to see people as one thing. Every person has lots of ingredients to make them into a one-of-a-kind creation. We are all imperfect genetic stews. —Holly Goldberg Sloan, Counting by 7s

We're huge fans of the #choosingtolovemyself 18 Day Challenge created by some pretty amazing women, including The Small Seed, Beauty Redefined, and Melanie Burk. The challenge, in a nutshell, is to break the habit of negative self-talk and instead learn to love ourselves exactly as we are, right now. What a novel idea! Why is it so hard to be our own biggest fan?

Now that we're all learning to see ourselves as the fabulously glorious humans that we are, let's throw some love and self-confidence our daughters' way so we aren't back here in a few years doing this same challenge with them. We've rounded up some books we love with strong female characters to help empower young girls. (For a more comprehensive list, we really love this site.) Next week we'll highlight great empowering reads for teens.

One thing Tracy and I know firsthand is that having a strong, supportive friend can make all the difference, so we've added a couple books that highlight positive friendships—helping young girls choose good friends and be one themselves.

OUR HANDS DOWN FAVORITE FOR ANY AGE

The Paper Bag Princess by Robert Munsch

FOR AGES 4-6

Madeline by Ludwig Bemelmans

Stand Tall Molly Lou Melon by Patty Lovell

FOR AGES 6-8

Matilda by Roald Dahl

Harriet the Spy by Louise Fitzhugh

The BFG by Roald Dahl

Flora & Ulysses by Kate Dicamillo

FOR AGES 9-12

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Esperanza Rising by Pam Muñoz Ryan

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The Princess Academy by Shannon Hale

The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale

 Book of a Thousand Days by Shannon Hale

BOOKS WITH POSITIVE FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS

Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson

Counting by 7s by Hollie Goldberg Sloan

Posted by Rachel

Book Club Monday

Although Geoffrey, Gilbert, and I grew up in this small place in Africa, we did many of the same things children do all over the world, only with slightly different materials....Children everywhere have similar ways of entertaining themselves. If you look at it this way, the world isn't so big.

One of my least favorite chores when I was little was feeding our dogs. Mostly because they were huge and hungry (a St. Bernard and Irish Setter) and would cover me in slobber. Already well on my way to becoming a professional procrastinator, I usually put it off until right before bedtime (sorry pups) and it was a long walk in the dark to their dog house. Trying to preempt anything real from scaring me, I'd allow my imagination to run amok and scare the daylights out of myself—cooking up scenarios where a variety of bad guys were chasing me, making it back to the safety of the house with only seconds to spare.

My late-night dashes and imaginary bad guys were a walk in the park compared to young William Kamkwamba's walks through the forest—in fear of the Gule Wamkulu, a gang of secret dancers, who were said to be the spirits of "dead ancestors, resurrected from the after-world and sent to roam the earth. No longer human, they shared the skin of animals and their faces resembled the beasts of hell—twisted devil birds and demons howling in anguish." Yikes. Add to that the magic lions sent to "kill delinquent debtors," snakes the size of tractors" lying in wait in the fields, or the very real lion that killed his grandmother, and you've got fears my young self couldn't have conjured up on her worst day (even after her older brother thought it would be fun to let her watch a Charles Manson movie).

Clearly, what separates us, and makes the the world seem larger than ever, is our fears. Real and imagined. Yet, when real tragedy strikes in the form of his uncle dying, and William sees his father collapse from the weight of grief, he writes, "It was the first time I'd ever seen my parents suffer, and the sight of it frightened me more than any magic ever could." And just like that, the world isn't very big at all.

Posted by Rachel