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MWF Seeking BFF, by Rachel Bertsche

MWF-Seeking-BFF-291x450When Jill reviewed this book, I thought it sounded fascinating, but potentially terrible. The author, Rachel Bertsche, had newly moved to Chicago to be with and marry her boyfriend, but in the few years that she’d been there, she’d been unable to make good longterm local friends. She set out on a journey to go on 52 “friend dates,” one per week, throughout a year, to try to find a few good local BFFs. Like I said, it could be fascinating, but it might also be terrible, if said dates turned into chick-lit types or massive alcohol types. Yeah.

Thankfully, the book turned out to be pretty good. I don’t do friendship the same way as Bertsche, but I enjoyed reading about what she did and how she worked at this for a year. She included a lot of good research on friendships and relationships in general, and again, while I don’t agree with everything she reported, I thought a lot of it was interesting. It also made me wonder about friendships in my own life, since I tend to have very small circles and don’t really feel the need to have anything beyond that. Plus, my circles include, say, my cousins and husband, and I can’t imagine anyone else ever being as close to me as a cousin or husband. Then again, I don’t do family the same way most people do either!

It’s been a long time since I had call-up-and-hang-out-with friends. I had them pre-marriage, and haven’t really gotten them back after several cross-country moves and the involvements of child-rearing and being a stay-at-home-mom.Those people I’ve grown semi-close to over the years have never developed into super-close friends. Maybe I’m just not in the right place, as I know the culture here clashes with me, and of course I don’t work, so there’s no place to look for friends there. Periodically, I find someone online that I get along well with, but inevitably, they live across the country from me. Sigh. I miss that, though. Every time I read a Brandon Sanderson novel, there’s a heavy emphasis on friendship, and that makes me nostalgic for friends in the non-family sense. But honestly, I don’t think I have the creativity or energy to go about a project like Bertsche did. I’m glad to be a bit more self-aware after reading the book, and I think I’ve learned a few ways I might boost my friend circle in the future as well. It has certainly made me more open to social invitations, particularly with my local writer’s groups, and I’m trying to put myself out more often. Maybe that’s the first step.

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A Monster Calls, by Patrick Ness (audio)

monster callsPeople have been talking about this book for a very long time, but because of my negative experience with Patrick Ness’s The Knife of Never Letting Go in the past, I wasn’t interested in reading it. However, my oldest son recently said it was good, and an audio version of it came up at my library, so I decided to give it a chance.

It turned out to be a really good read. The story is about a kid, Conor, whose mother is dying of cancer. He’s struggling to deal with her illness, as well as the social stigma it has caused at school (from bullies to the teachers always going easy on him). One day the distant yew tree outside his window comes to life, as a giant monster, and comes to talk to Conor. Conor isn’t scared – there are worse monsters in his nightmares – and the tree isn’t there necessarily to scare him. It’s there to tell him three stories, and to make Conor face the truth about himself.

So I think most people get weepy in this book because of Conor’s suffering. His mother is dying, and he’s in pain, and there’s a part of him that just wants it to be over with, which makes him feel like the worst person in the world. But for me, what really got to me were the scenes with his mother, hearing her voice, and imagining what it would feel like to know that you’re about to die and leave your thirteen-year-old son without a mother. That you will never experience the rest of his life. That’s what broke my heart.

I don’t think this book affected me as much as it does others, probably because I wasn’t overly fond of the audio narrator, Jason Isaacs. He did fine, but because this is a younger book, he played up the vocal emotions too much for me. The tree monster had a big bad scary gruff voice and when the mother cried while speaking, it detracted from my own sorrow. I’m pretty sad about all this, because I like Jason Isaacs as an actor, but I do understand that his target audience (children and/or teens) would probably connect with the way he did his narration more than I did. To me, it was overdone the way most children’s audiobooks are overdone, and I think I would have gotten more weepy and affected if I’d read the book in print. I might just do that, since I have to lead a book club on this book at the beginning of April.

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The Uninvited, by Liz Jensen

uninvitedSpoilers.

What a bizarre book. This starts out almost like an apocalyptic or near-dystopian sort of book. Two seemingly disconnected things start happening all around the world. First, there are the children who suddenly attack their parents in gruesome ways, afterwards not remembering what they’ve done, or shutting down completely. Second, there are the adults around the world who sabotage something important to them, and then kill themselves, claiming that their mythological heritage forced them to do both things. The narrator, Hesketh Lock, is a man with Asperger’s syndrome, who investigates the adult suicides, and eventually starts to put the two disconnected happenings together.

Originally, I thought this book was going one direction: a plague or virus or ghosts or aliens causing the children and adults to act this way, and somehow Lock would find a way to “cure” everyone and fix everything. But no. It wasn’t like that at all. In the end, it turns out to be time-jumping children of a hundred-years-distant generation coming back to destroy current society so that their society, many generations later, won’t die out. In the end, all the children run around like wild creatures, killing adults, living off the land, eating mass quantities of salt and bugs; and the adults are stuck without any sort of infrastructure to help them survive (grocery stores, internet, phone, etc). So frickin’ bizarre, and honestly, I’m not sure I liked the book.

The premise was interesting enough, in the beginning. The killings and suicides weren’t too gruesome, and the atmosphere, between the murderous children and the adults screaming about ancestors/trolls/djinn/etc, was incredibly creepy. At the same time, the narrator wasn’t my favorite person in the world, and I didn’t really care about his plotline (separated from his girlfriend, who cheated on him with another woman, and then there’s her son, who Lock thinks of as his own son by now…). His story kept breaking into the main story, probably to give it some sort of human element and/or to really freak us out when the ex-girlfriend’s son kills his mother, when I was more interested in the other parts of the plot. By the end, the whole thing felt contrived. Would an autistic man really form a bond so great to a child that wasn’t even his that he would risk his own life and the lives of other people to save said child? Would said child, who already killed one adult, somehow continue to live with this autistic man who isn’t even a parent without showing any sort of violence OR affection? And so on. By the end, it felt like Lock and the boy, whose name I don’t remember, were only still together so the author had a reason to explain what was going on with the kids.

So the book started out on a high note, and completely fell apart by the end. Maybe I should applaud it for taking the unusual route (nothing is fixed, the world is destroyed), but it was just so weird that I can’t.

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Girl of Nightmares, by Kendare Blake

girl of nightmaresThis is the follow-up to Anna Dressed in Blood, which I enjoyed immensely last week. The second book was good, but I have to admit, not as good as the first. Some of the plot was very flimsy, as well as some of the characterization (what was the point of Carmel’s flipflopping??). The end was a bit too neat for me as well. On the other hand, it had some really great imagery in several scenes (Riika!), very visceral stuff, and I loved the way Blake mixed Dante, ancient mythology, and Japan together to get a very interesting stretch of woods. I enjoyed the book, over all. Just not as much as the first one.

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Anna Dressed in Blood, by Kendare Blake

anna dressed in bloodI went into this book expecting it to be nothing more than a fun, silly teen horror/thriller novel. That’s exactly what it ended up being, and I read it all in a single afternoon. The plotting was perfect, and the narrator tickled me because he reminded me of my good friend Oisin, who I’ve never met in person but have exchanged emails with on a daily basis for almost seven years now. Every once in awhile, Cas (the narrator) would say something that sounded like it had been lifted directly from Oisin’s emails, and I found myself picturing my friend battling ghosts and wielding an athame as I read. It was awesome.

Note: I’m kicking myself for not writing down the specific line that most reminded me of Oisin. Something about a cat and how it would have been hilarious to see the cat flailing when the narrator woke up and jumped out of bed, dislodging said cat. I should go back to the library, find the book, write down the line, and paste it in here…

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City of Dark Magic, by Magnus Flyte

city of dark magicThis is my favorite book of 2013 thus far. It’s so creative and so much fun, flying across a dozen different genres, with a plot and characters so ridiculous the book should be ludicrous, but it doesn’t take itself seriously, and is very well-written, which makes it all work in the end. I loved it so much I read it twice, and then put it on my wishlist to own. Really, Conan O’Brian’s blurb on the front cover sums it up best:

This deliciously madcap novel has it all: murder in Prague, time travel, a misanthropic Beethoven, tantric sex, and a dwarf with attitude.

That’s City of Dark Magic. One hell of a fun ride! I applaud the imagination(s) that created it.

Note: I didn’t write nearly enough in my initial reflections on the book. I adore it to pieces, and have since acquired my own copy of it. The one big thing I noted while reading was the sex in the book. I’ve always been particularly sensitive to the way sex is portrayed in literature, and I really hate the stilted language that I’ve seen from Harlequin-type romances, as well as the sex-is-mundane treatment from modern “literary” books. When you start talking about members and wet passages, it just sounds so silly that the sex scene ceases to be in the least bit intriguing, and I don’t think “sex is boring” is a profound (or accurate) statement. I like well-written sex scenes, and the ones in this book? They’re fabulous. They’re descriptive without being stilted, evocative without anything silly, and fully explored without cliché. This was the first time I can remember ever reading a fully-described sex scene (ie not one that fades to black) that is well-written and mood-enhancing instead of mood-killing. It was awesome. Now of course, the book is great for more than just the sex, but I was just so surprised at the way the sex was handled that I had to make note of it here.

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Free-Range Kids, by Lenore Skenazy (audio)

freerangecover13In 2007, I visited my cousin and aunt at my aunt’s house. She was watching one of her grandsons, who was 2.5 years old at the time. While I was there, I played with him, picking him up by the hands and swinging him in a circle while he laughed. I used to do this to all three of my boys – and still do for the youngest, though at almost-nine-years-old, he’s getting a bit big for it – and to my younger siblings when I was a pre-teen. They all loved it. When I was a kid, I used to wish I had older siblings so that someone would swing me around too, and loved it in the rare moments my parents did. It’s one of those games that most children love to pieces.

But my aunt – she had a panic attack after one circle and asked me not to do that to the kid. After all, if I swung that 2.5-year-old around that way, he might dislocate his shoulder.

My aunt? I love her dearly, but she desperately needs this book.

I am one of those parents who falls in the middle when it comes to my children. There are some things that I’m scared of, and I probably hold my children back more than I need to, but I also don’t hold them back nearly so much as many other parents today. I’m not afraid of my youngest (who, as I said above, is eight) walking the 0.75 miles home from school by himself on the days that his 10-year-old brother has to stay late for tutoring, for example. I trust my children to, for instance, go off to different parts of the crowded grocery store to pick up items and then find their way back to my cart, and they LOVE doing this. At the same time, I was too scared to get my boys bikes until they were 11, 9, and 7 years old, which is silly when I think about it, because my siblings and I were riding our bikes everywhere in the neighborhood by the time we were pre-teens, and I grew up in a really terrible, crime-filled neighborhood in the late 80s/early 90s. My parents were pretty over-protective, but they still let my sister and me go door to door to sell Girl Scout Cookies, alone, when we were 11 and 9 years old. I can’t imagine sending my children out that way, despite the fact that they live in a much safer place than I did growing up, and I know a good chunk of my neighbors (and don’t fear them). There are definitely places where I need to CALM DOWN. Listening to this book helped me to recognize those places, and hopefully will help me to give my children more freedom going forward.

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Into the Darkest Corner, by Elizabeth Haynes

darkestcornerMy feelings about this book are very mixed. On the one hand, it was well written and I certainly couldn’t put it down after I picked it up, and I really liked the way it wrapped up. I loved the premise, and I love psychological dramas/thrillers. On the other hand, I felt like either 1) the book description was a bit misleading, or 2) the main character was unbelievably blind, and therefore less sympathetic to me. The book description describes Cathy’s boyfriend Lee as the first decent guy she’s met in a while, but from the very first time she meets him, he displays blatant psychopathic behavior. He’s violent – or violently passionate, and sometimes both – from the very beginning. I’m not sure how Cathy ever thought he was a nice or decent guy.

It didn’t help that Cathy herself was not someone I could sympathize with. She was the sort of person who spends all her time clubbing, drinking, doing incredibly stupid things while knowing they are incredibly stupid. I flat-out didn’t like her in the past sections, and since I didn’t connect with her then, it was hard to feel any connection with her in the present sections, despite the fact that she should have been a very sympathetic character.

In the end, I think if I could have connected with Cathy, this book would have worked more for me. Since I didn’t, I doubt I’ll even remember the book after a few months. :/

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