Out of the Easy, by Ruta Sepetys

outoftheeasySpoilers.

New Orleans, French Quarter, 1950s. Josie is the daughter of a neglectful prostitute, and is being raised mostly by the house Madam (named Willie) and a quarter-black taxi driver named Cokie. Josie is smart and dreams of escaping New Orleans and going to college one day, but then her mom gets mixed up in a murder, and Josie’s plans start to fall down around her.

I have tried, several times, to read Ruta Sepetys’ first book, Between Shades of Gray. The subject interests me, but the book seems to be too intense for me (I dread from the very beginning what will come next). I’ve never made it more than a few chapters in, on audio or in print. Initially, I worried I’d have the same problem with Out of the Easy, but I was drawn in immediately, despite this being historical fiction (not a favorite of mine). I loved the characters and the setting. I love that we were able to see a different side to the lives of prostitutes, especially given the circumstances some of these women were in. I loved the contrast of French Quarter with uptown New Orleans. I loved that Sepetys didn’t take the easy way out all the way through the book.

It was this last point that really stood out to me. Three instances in particular showed this. First, there was the fact that Josie’s mother not only got away with murder and theft from the man she killed, but she also stole all of Josie’s money and possessions, she was never caught, and she stayed with a man who kept beating her. Second, Charlie never recovers from his illness, despite Josie’s hope that he might be trying to communicate at one point. Third, when Patrick admits to Josie that he’s in love with James, she flat-out doesn’t understand, and assumes he means he’s in love with Kitty (James’ girlfriend, in her mind) and that he’s worried James will be angry with him. It never even crosses her mind, until much later, what Patrick really means. All of these things are fantastically realistic, and unusual in a YA book.

The book wasn’t perfect. Some of the end, after Willie’s death, was a bit too easily wrapped up. I can’t buy, for instance, Charlotte not only forgiving Josie for her lies, but accepting her 100% even after knowing her history. There wasn’t enough information given about this. A lot of the ending is left very unclear. I would have preferred another couple chapters to flesh it all out. But other than that, it was a really well-rounded and well-constructed novel.

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Meant to Be, by Lauren Morrill

meant ot beSpoilers.

Julia is a quiet, uptight swimmer/bookworm with few friends and a lot of idiosyncrasies. Jason is a popular, loud, obnoxious lacrosse player whom Julia despises. Unfortunately, the two of them are paired up for the duration of their 10-day junior class London spring break field trip. Fortunately, there’s more going on for both of them than they originally think.

This is YA chick lit, plain and simple. I’m not normally a huge fan of chick lit, but this book was a lot of fun. And actually, I think that I like YA chick lit more than adult chick lit – the characters aren’t quite as obnoxious and unrealistic yet! Sure, Julia is a little caricatured, but in a way, I recognized a lot of me in her: swimmer, with over-chlorinated curly hair; uptight control freak; a complete klutz; hugely romantic when it comes to love. This last one – Julia believes in “meant to be” (hence the title), that fate will take her to her perfect match (she already knows who that is), that love will triumph and will end with a perfect fairytale story. This, of course, makes her blind. She has no idea that her supposed MTB is an asshole, or that Jason is obviously in love with her from page 1, or that she is slowly falling in love with him, too.

It was a cute story, though I admit that Jason was a bit over-the-top for me personally. He really is obnoxious. I’m not quite sure how he thought some of the things he was doing were going to endear himself to Julia. Flicking scone bits at her chest like she’s a soccer goal, getting her clothes full of junk? Belting himself to a wall in a prison museum and loudly begging her to flog him in front of everyone? Yeah… I’m also not quite sure how anyone thought some of the things he did were funny. But then again, I’m more like Julia, so maybe I’m just too uptight to see the humor.

The book was light, but it did give me one thing to really think about. As a teenager, I was also a control freak who naively believed in fate and “the one true love.” Jason makes a statement in here that he can’t believe Julia believes that fairytale, because she’s too smart for it. He also makes an unrelated statement about how maybe Julia wants to be dominated (in sex) because she’s such a control freak in every other facet of her life. It made me wonder if the reason I – and so many other control freaks – believed so hard in fate bringing about the one true love is because then it’s out of our hands. We want something that someone else controls, something that will be perfect without us having to arrange it. Even as an adult, my cynicism about perfect loves has roots in control, ie I accept nothing will happen without me going out and making it happen. Just a thought.

I’m glad I read the book. It has a really great first kiss scene, and some really sweet lines. I thought it was predictable the whole time through (re: Chris and the phone thing) but it turned out I was wrong the whole time. The twist at the end took me by surprise, and I had to go back and reread the whole book. It was just as fun the second time around, and that’s saying something, for chick lit!

Revisited in Jan 2017: I had just as much fun with this book all these years later as the first time. Plus, there was the added bonus of discovering that these characters are students at Newton North High School in Newton, MA, which is where my family lived in 2014-2015. If we’d stayed in Newton, my kids would have gone to Newton North, and I used to pass the high school every time I walked to the library. Ha!

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The Shadow Society, by Marie Rutkoski

10356760Darcy Jones doesn’t have any memory from before she was abandoned at a Chicago firehouse when she was five years old. Since then, she’s lived in a string of foster homes, and has only recently stayed in one long enough to make friends and feel like she’s in an actual home. But then a new boy, Conn, shows up at school, and he seems to both hate her and to be intrigued by her. Darcy has no idea that he is from an alternate world, and that he is there to arrest her as part of a terrorist organization from that world…

This was a weird book. That description doesn’t give it justice. There are two worlds – the one we live in, and the one Conn is from, where the Great Chicago Fire never happened. In Conn’s world, there are a group of creatures called Shades. They all look alike, and they have the ability to “ghost,” or disappear, leaving only their shadows behind. They are hunted by people, and therefore rebel by plotting acts against people in revenge. Supposedly, the Great Chicago Fire in our world happened because Shades were being burned by humans, and then somehow everyone just forgot and/or didn’t pass along the memories of Shades that were now gone. (There is no information about Shades existing, in either world, in other cities.)

Darcy is one of these Shades, except she’s lived as a human in a world that doesn’t know about Shades since she was five. She had no idea why she’s being arrested, or what the world she’s being pulled into is like. She makes a deal with the interworld police, of which Conn is a member, to infiltrate the Shadow Society and find out what their terrorist plans are, in return for the freedom to go back to her own world and live as a human amongst her family and friends. But once she enters the new society, she learns more about how not-black-and-white this issue is, and she starts to remember her childhood, and how to ghost again.

So yeah, like I said, weird book. While the plot sounds weird, it was actually pretty interesting, and the relationship between Darcy and Conn – which continues to grow – was pretty stimulating. On the other hand, the world-building was lacking (as I noted above, there’s no mention of Shades elsewhere, or where they come from, or why they exist, etc), and all the dialog and friendship things were stilted. It was as if the author was writing from a time period twenty years ago, and with only the vaguest idea of how teenagers (or people in general) talk to each other. There were, for example, “your mamma” jokes, which are about twenty years old, and this was supposed to be contemporary (book published in 2012). There were also these random red herrings – like the popular girl coming to the alternate world with Darcy’s three friends, which seemed like setup of some sort, but it turned out she just happened to be there, with absolutely no purpose to the story at all – which were annoying.

So I give it a middle-of-the-road review. Fun, but forgettable.

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Beautiful Creatures, by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl

Beautiful-creatures-book-cover-imageEthan is having dreams about a girl he cannot see, a girl sinking into mud, that he can’t rescue. He doesn’t understand, and he doesn’t expect anything to change in his backwoods small-town Gatlin, South Carolina. But then Lena arrives, the girl from his dreams, and many things begin to change.

I first heard about this book at BEA in 2010, from Bookalicious Pam. She described it as a paranormal southern book, and that didn’t sound in the least bit interesting. I’ve since then heard a lot of people say the book was great, and also that it was very, very southern. Rare is the “southern” book that I can stomach, probably because I’m from the south and really don’t like it here, and so every time I’d thought about reading this one, I’d said never mind. I didn’t even attempt it on audio, because southern books are so often read with a crappy southern accent, like the time I tried to listen to The Heart is a Lonely Hunter. Bleagh.

But then, on my first day exploring the Celebrity Summit library, I saw both this book and the first sequel, Beautiful Darkness, on the shelves. I decided to pull both of them off and add to a pile of books-to-possibly-read-on-vacation. I hadn’t brought any books with me, and I knew I wouldn’t read all six books I grabbed from the library, but I also figured I could at least try them and see, once and for all, if the southern part was enough to offset the great part everyone talked about.

Turned out, I really enjoyed the book. It was interesting. First, it had a male narrator, and the paranormal person was the female protag, not the male. That was unusual. Then, it really did capture southern small-town very well, and in a way that was humorous to me, not annoying. So another point for that. Lastly, the plot itself was unusual and interesting, and mostly fairly unpredictable. I enjoyed 90% of the book, and my only qualm with the plotting was the muddled end. I would have preferred a more definite ending, rather than the quagmire that the book fell into (and then kept swimming through for 90% of the second book – review to come later). But overall, the book was well-written and captivating enough for me to move on to the second in the series not long after I finished the first, which is a good thing. I’m glad I finally read this one.

Oh! And I also love that the title doesn’t refer to the Casters, but to regular human beings. I don’t have the book in front of me, since I had to leave it with the ship, but I adored the quote that the title comes from.

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Relish: My Life in the Kitchen, by Lucy Knisley

relishI love Lucy Knisley. I adored French Milk, and so when I heard she had a new book out, I knew I had to read it. It doesn’t matter that I’m not really a cook, and that this book is all about food and cooking. I knew I would love it, and I was right.

The book was fantastic. Sure, there was a lot of cooking, but Knisley made it all sound fun and easy, which is difficult when you’re trying to get me to do something in the kitchen. I think, at one point in my life, I might have enjoyed cooking, but Jason and I have very different styles in the kitchen, so different that we don’t work well together in there, and adding to that the stress of trying to feed my children? Not happening. The few times in our lives where it was necessary for me to cook – like, for instance, the few months when we were living at my mom’s house right after we moved to Texas – I did great. I enjoyed making oatmeal and eggs for the boys for breakfast, and trying out new recipes for dinner. I love cookbooks and I love experimenting. Even now, when no one is home, I make all sorts of crazy breakfasts and snacks. All this makes me think I might actually love cooking, if the conditions were different, and maybe that’s one reason I enjoyed the book more than I might have otherwise.

It also helps that the book wasn’t only about cooking. There was a lot about family, and friendship, and growing up, and of course just little moments that Knisley managed to capture from her life. My particular favorite involved a crappy hostel in Venice, where Knisley’s friend read out pieces of Angels and Demons (received in an exchange with another backpacker) to Knisley while she tried to shower in cold water (as it cost money to use the hot water). I love that Knisley shouts about how ridiculous the book is, as I felt the exact same way. (And woohoo, I found a picture online of this particular moment!!)

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There were moments like that all throughout, just the same as there had been in French Milk. I get the impression that Lucy Knisley is someone I might get along with really well in real life.

I’m not sure I’ll be inclined to cook more often after this, but I’m really happy I read it, and can’t wait to see what she publishes next!

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The Book of Margery Kempe, by Margery Kempe

the-book-of-margery-kempeThis is an autobiography from the early 1400s of a woman who was apparently considered quite saintly. Basically, she had fits and religious delusions, gave herself over to crying and weeping so hard she astonished people continually (even those who knew her), and believed that God was speaking to her directly so that she was able to prophecy things. Yeah.

So, it was interesting to read this as a non-religious person from a culture very, very different from the one Ms. Kempe lived in 600 years ago. At first, she seems very clinically mentally ill, some sort of epilepsy and schizophrenia combination, I’d guess. The woman literally believes that God took her back in time to be there at the birth of Jesus, and other such “visions.” But after awhile, most of her delusions seem to take the form of God speaking to her directly. This could still be construed as schizophrenic, but the culture was so different at the time, that it’s possible she was just very fixated on religion, and all of this came basically out of her imagination, rather than an actual voice that she heard. Notably, Jesus and God speak in the same speech patterns as Ms. Kempe herself, hmmm…

In some ways, the book was fascinating. In others, it was extremely repetitive and dull. I swear, the woman cried and sobbed at least three times per page. She spent a lot of time writing about all the different prophecies she made (with God’s help of course). She doesn’t seem saintly at all, but arrogant and self-centered. She was constantly telling other people how to live – in direct opposition to the order not to judge others as given in scripture – and everyone hated this woman. Even the people who for a short time liked her eventually turned on her. She also seems quite like a con-artist, but this, too, like the schizophrenia, could simply be a product of the world she lived in. Every time one of her predictions came true, it was because God told her what would happen in advance. Every time one didn’t come true, it was because God wanted to show her that she was just a mortal. Convenient. Just as convenient as the bizarre psychological mindframe wherein a person can believe that they should only be happy if they suffer, because Jesus suffered for us, and so we should want to suffer as much as possible, and should be happy in our suffering, and miserable when we aren’t suffering. Yeah…

Margery did seem to suffer from delusions her whole life, right up to when God decided to let her spend 12 days with the devil in order to better love God when he returned, and so Margery spent 12 days unable to stop thinking about male genitals, even though she didn’t want to. She believed that everything that happened, happened because God wanted it to be so. Everything she went through was part of God’s design, including her own sins. Honestly, I cannot even imagine living like that, the whole contradiction of having no free will and yet taking responsibility for things, the conflict of fate and personal action.

Another note: It was strange to read a book from a time when women were so controlled that they could not leave town without getting permission from their confessors, and yet to have no indignation attached to that control. It was just normal for them. No one even thought to question it, not even a strong-willed and very vocal woman like Margery Kempe. That was fascinating.

One last thing in this scattered review and then I’ll close. I honestly had no intention or desire to read this book until a few months ago, when Jason picked it up and read a random passage that turned out to be hilarious. This scene, and the one about the male genitalia mentioned above, were probably the only two funny parts in the book. Most of the rest was dull, and I doubt I’ll remember much from it later. However, the following passage gives a good idea of how the book was written, and it still cracks me up. It was enough to make me read the book, anyway!

It happened one Friday, Midsummer Eve, in very hot weather – as this creature was coming from York carrying a bottle of beer in her hand, and her husband a cake tucked inside his clothes against his chest – that her husband asked his wife this question: ‘Margery, if there came a man with a sword who would strike off my head unless I made love with you as I used to do before, tell me on your conscience – for you say you will not lie – whether you would allow my head to be cut off, or else allow me to make love with you again, as I did at one time?’

‘Alas sir,’ she said, ‘why are you raising this matter, when we have been chaste for these past eight weeks?’

‘Because I want to know the truth of your heart.’

And then she said with great sorrow, ‘Truly, I would rather see you being killed, than that we should turn back to our uncleanness.’

And he replied, ‘You are no good wife.’

Note: Translated from Middle English by Barry Windeatt.

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Zoo Story, by Thomas French (audio)

zoo-story-life-in-the-garden-of-captivesI picked up this audiobook back in December, while Jason and I were visiting an unfamiliar library branch during our day out for our anniversary. I like zoos, and I thought it might make an interesting bit of nonfiction. I just finished it this evening, and unfortunately, I don’t think I got very much out of the book.

First, there seemed to be no cohesive narrative. The book started with a fairly strong narrative thrust, talking about the eleven elephants being flown from Swaziland to two zoos in America, a zoo in San Diego, and Lowry Park in Tampa. From that, I thought the book would focus on the elephants’ journey, their adjustment to life at the two zoos, and perhaps branch out to other animals within the zoo (after all, there is a monkey, not an elephant, on the cover). Well, it sort of did that, but without any sort of organization (and only following the Lowry Park zoo). The elephant section went on for awhile, then suddenly switched to poison dart frogs, and then to chimps, and then to tigers, and then to elephants again, and then to fundraisers, and then to goats, and then to manatees, and then back to chimps, and then to legal troubles, and then to elephants, etc etc. Even after finishing the entire book, I’m still not sure I know what the author’s point was in writing it.

Beyond the disorganization and lack of cohesiveness, the book was ultimately very forgettable. There were animals who kept recurring in the narrative, and once they’d shown up enough I would remember who they were, but for the most part, I kept having to stop and try to remember each animal and person re-introduced, mostly because they were only introduced in small snippets. To give an example of just how forgettable the narrative was, when I first started listening to the book about a week ago, I realized that I’d apparently already listened to half of the first CD, all about the elephants on the plane and in Africa, and didn’t even remember the original listening. Even on listening to that section again, there were only tiny segments that I recognized, and I’m a huge fan of elephants, so I should remember!

Then, there were multiple annoying tangent sections, where the author would spend a good deal of time making very basic observations and trying to make them sound creative. For example, he spent an entire chapter describing a posh fundraising event in ways that made the humans sound like zoo animals, because it’s oh so clever to compare humans to their animal counterparts? Yeah. There were also big rants against animal rights activists and Lowry Park’s power-hungry CEO, only to have the narrative turn around and defend both of those things as well. It was as if the author was trying to report in both a biased and unbiased way. It was confusing. Another thing: the author spent a lot of time interpreting the thoughts in both people and animals’ minds, which irritates me on a personal level.

Lastly, the audio production was not good at all. It was read by John Allen Nelson, who not only gave all the quoted sections horribly stereotyped accents, but read all the sad sections while pretending to cry. He also didn’t pause at all for section breaks, which made the lack of cohesive narrative even harder to follow. He’d read one line about tiger mating, and follow it up without pause with a line about expeditions to Panama for golden frogs. It made the book even more confusing.

I honestly have no idea why I kept going with the book. I kept thinking I would learn something about zoos, or about animals, or something. And to be fair, I did learn a few odd tidbits – like the fact that poison dart frogs aren’t poisonous in captivity because they’re not eating the ants with which they make their venom – and hearing about the elephant birth was really adorable. But really, I didn’t get much out of the book, and I’m still not sure what the author intended anyone to get out of it. It was too biased and political – even when simultaneously contradicting it’s own biases and opinions – to be just a look at the workings of a zoo. It was too focused on people to be a look at the life of zoo animals. And it was too self-contradictory to espouse any sort of political agenda. Even at the end, when it finally seemed to have a late-forming opinion (“the CEO was a bad bad man!”), it turned around and defended that same man after an entire hour’s worth of audio devoted to ripping him to pieces. Yeah.

I don’t know. It just didn’t work for me, I guess.

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Scarlet, by Marissa Meyer

scarletMinor spoilers.

In complete contrast to what I normally think about second books in a series, I not only enjoyed Scarlet as much as Cinder, but I think it improved Cinder in my mind.

Scarlet is a retelling of Little Red Riding Hood, set in the same world as Cinder (with Lunar society and cyborgs etc), only set in France rather than China. Scarlet’s grandmother has been kidnapped, and there’s a strange new man in her little town who goes by the name of Wolf and participates in local fighting rings. The book is punctuated by pieces from the fairy tale (What big teeth you have!), and periodically follows Cinder’s story until the stories collide.

This was a fascinating book, and I loved the way the fairy tale played out. I loved Wolf’s wolf-society, even though it was obviously a lie. I never guessed the truth about him, though – about where he was from, anyway. I never trusted him, and I was actually surprised by the way his character developed. I enjoyed it.

I also enjoyed several of the other characters, particularly Iko (come back to life as a ship!) and Cinder’s new companion, “Captain” Carswell.

The best thing about this book, though, is, as I said above, that it improved Cinder (the book) quite a bit. I really thought the whole Lunar plotline was superfluous in the first book, but there was a lot more about it in this one, and I no longer feel quite so unsatisfied with the first book. I liked seeing where Cinder (the character) went after the end of the first book, and I liked seeing the glimpses back at Kai and several of the other characters from before. I’m looking forward to seeing more from the doctor, who I believe will be in the next book.

My only disappointment was in discovering that the next book will be based on Rapunzel, my least favorite fairy tale ever. I’ve hated every retelling of Rapunzel that I’ve read, so I’m really hoping that Meyer manages to win me over on that score!!

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