Monday, March 30, 2015

A few bookish questions...

  • If a book has been on your To Read list for over two years, and you still haven't read it, is it time to cross it off your list?
  • Have you ever read a book that you wish you could unread? (The Ruins and Mockinjay come to mind for me.)
  • And how do you pull out of a friend's book club without hurting that same friend's feelings?

I was just wondering.

Thursday, March 26, 2015


So much about this novel reminded me of Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway: all of life in just one day, a picture postcard collage of past and present, even a party. But Alexis M. Smith's Glaciers is also uniquely her own. Isabel, her charming protagonist, loves collecting secondhand items and wearing vintage clothing.  "She was four, not yet in school, when her father first took her junking ... There are treasures everywhere, her father told her... It doesn't matter how much it costs, or whether anyone else wants it. If you love it, you will treasure it..." She works in a library in preservation and conservation where Spoke, a former soldier who served in the Iraq War, also works. Though they barely speak, Isabel is drawn to him. "There is a physics to their relationship. She feels the attraction as a force, like the gravitational tug of celestial bodies in orbit; but it seems that to touch, one of them must crash into the other."

I was drawn to this book because of its cover, but quickly fell in love with the writing inside. The pieces of Isabel's past ripple through her present in perfect intervals...although the novel's brevity did at times leave me wanting more:  more about Spoke, more about Isabel's sister, more about treasure-hunting in secondhand shops, and more about Isabel herself.  That's my only complaint. This book is so delightful, I selfishly want more; 174 pages just isn't enough. But I guess it'll have to do.

Happy Reading!

Monday, March 23, 2015

Married With Zombies

"I never would have guessed that killing zombies would save my relationship."

Sarah and David's marriage is in trouble, but then Dr. Kelly, their marriage counselor, tries to eat them and their relationship problems suddenly seem small compared to the zombie infection rapidly spreading throughout the city. If they want to survive, they'll have to stick together.

Who knew a book about a zombie apocalypse could be so funny? Or that in the middle of bashing in zombie brains, two people could reconnect and fall back in love? There's a lot of bad zombie fiction out there, but this book made me laugh. Even the chapter headings--a clever mash-up of relationship and zombie-survival advice--are funny. One of my favorites? Put the small stuff into perspective. It's better to be wrong and alive than right but eating brains.  Here's another good one: Build mutual friendships. Just be ready to end them when your friends start trying to eat you.  I also liked Sarah' narrative voice; she's a great character:  sassy, smart, and surprisingly good with a shotgun. And she's got her husband's back, even if he forgets and leaves the toilet seat up. Married with Zombies by Jesse Petersen is a fast, fun read. I really enjoyed it. (Just try to overlook her overuse of the f-word.)

Happy Reading!

Friday, March 20, 2015

Bookish Botanicals

It's spring! Time to start thinking about tulip bulbs and flowerbeds. But you don't have to have a green thumb to delight in a colorful garden of exotic flora and fauna; you only need the right books. Here are ten botanical-inspired titles even non-gardeners can enjoy this season.

The Gilded Lily by Helen Argers

Children of the Jacaranda Tree by Sahar Delijani

The Rose Garden by Susanna Kearsely

Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury

The Thorn and the Blossom by Theodora Goss

Snowdrops by A. D. Miller

The White Garden: A Novel of Virginia Woolf by Stephanie Barron

The Mischief of the Mistletoe by Lauren Willig

White Oleander by Janet Fitch

Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Happy Reading!

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Got Words?

I bought my first thesaurus from a Scholastic book order when I was in third grade. A paperback version of Roget's Thesaurus with a red cover and 572 pages. I still have it. The pages have yellowed and the well-worn cover is tattered and taped; in fact, it's practically falling apart it's been used so much, but even though I bought a newer copy of Roget's Super Thesaurus a few years ago, I just can't seem to get rid of my old one. It feels like an old friend. Every time I've needed to find just the right word, my little red thesaurus has come through for me. But I have to admit that in all the years I've owned my thesaurus, I have never once wondered about the man who created it.

The Man Who Made Lists by Joshua Kendall is a fascinating biography about Peter Mark Roget, the creator of my little red thesaurus. From childhood, Roget loved to classify and order things:  plants, animals, systems, and words. It's how he coped with life's messy chaos, and his own loneliness and anxiety. Extremely intelligent, Roget became a physician, practiced medicine, was a popular lecturer, wrote several scholarly papers on optics, electricity, chemistry, physiology, and even the slide rule. And he kept lists of words. A lifetime of words that, in 1852, he published as Roget's Thesaurus of English Words and Phrases Classified and Arranged so as to Facilitate the Expression of Ideas and Assist in Literary Composition. He was 73. He continued to "tinker with" his masterpiece until his death in 1869, overseeing the publication of twenty-eight editions in his lifetime alone. What an amazing legacy. I, for one, don't know what I would do without mine.

About this wonderful book of words, Peter Mark Roget wrote:
"We seek in vain the words we need...The appropriate terms, notwithstanding our utmost efforts, cannot be conjured up at will. Like 'spirits from the vasty deep', they come not when we call; and we are driven to the employment of a set of words and phrases either too general or too limited, too strong or too feeble, which suit not the occasion, which hit not the mark we aim at."
"In every process of reasoning, language enters as an essential element. Words are the instruments by which we form all our abstractions, but which we fashion and embody our ideas, and by which we are enabled to glide along a series of premises and conclusions... It is on this ground that the present work founds a claim to utility."

Happy Reading!

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Bookish Art for March

Johann Hamza - On the Terrace
"What did you do as a child that made the hours pass like minutes?
Here is the key to your earthly pursuits."
--Carl Jung

Thursday, March 12, 2015

It finally came (three months late)...

Thomas Hardy's A Pair of Blue Eyes was supposed to be my last classic of 2014, but due to a series of library mishaps, it took a little longer to get a copy than I planned. And then, when a copy finally did come, I wasn't sure I still wanted to read it. Fortunately, once I started, the plight of Hardy's main character, Elfride Swancourt, kept me reading to the end (even though, in typical Hardy fashion, this novel does not have a happily-ever-after ending).

Inexperienced and unworldly, Elfride Swancourt is the one with eyes as "blue as autumn distance...a misty and shady blue that had no beginning or surface, and was looked into rather than at." The daughter of a vicar, she meets Stephen Smith, an architect's apprentice, when he comes to survey their church; the two quickly fall in love, but Stephen's parents are too low in station for Elfride's father to consent to their marriage. So, they elope to London instead. Only Elfride backs out at the last moment and returns home, undiscovered and unmarried. But that one moment of youthful haste and indiscretion comes back to haunt her later in life.
"I did not see all the consequences," she said.
This seems to be a theme of Hardy's. Tess of the D'urbervilles and Jude the Obscure did not "see all the consequences" either. And unhappiness followed. It makes me glad I live in a world where forgiveness and redemption and second chances are possible, and not in a Hardy novel, where they're not. I have to say that while this particular novel will never be my favorite, I always appreciate Hardy's style of writing and how he never fails to expand my vocabulary with words like penetralia, tergiversation, and couchant. As for his characters, I think I had the most sympathy for Stephen Smith, and some for Elfride as well, that young lady whom children looked upon "as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder"; but I'm afraid I couldn't drum up any sympathy for Elfride's other suitor, Henry Knight. I didn't really like him at all. So, that's my last classic of 2014 finally completed. I think the next Thomas Hardy novel I read will be either Far From the Madding Crowd or The Woodlanders. But that might not be for awhile. So, until then...

Happy Reading!