The Book of Flying, by Keith Miller

126348Pico lives in a city by the sea, an orphan, the wingless son of two winged parents. He makes a home in the unused library and falls in love with a winged girl. In order to make himself fit to live with her, he sets off on a journey to find The Book of Flying, which will teach him how to get his wings. This is an adult fairy tale, a coming of age tale where Pico collects stories about others and learns about himself as he journeys.

This is a joint-review with Kailana of The Written World.

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Kelly: When you emailed me the other day to see if I was still going to be reviewing this book with you; I almost said no. I have tried to read it a couple times over the last couple years, so I only really agreed to read it because Ana (Nymeth) suggested it and I owned it. I had heard really good things about it, but for whatever reason was never able to get into it. Instead of answering you, I went and picked up the book to give it one more try. I am so glad that I did! I think you said you liked it, too, so it should be fun to review the book both enjoying it. Other than the potential buddy review, what lead you to this book? I give credit to Carl, who said great things about it, but I know that Chris read it somewhere in there, too. Since my initial reaction to the book changed a few times, I am curious to know what were your first impressions of the book?

Amanda: First, for the record, I did enjoy the book! It was actually very different from what I expected. I first heard about the book back when Chris did his readathon vlog back in October. It looked like such a neat book, and when I saw it at Half Price Books not long after, I grabbed it up. I decided to read it now because it seemed perfect for Once Upon a Time. I didn’t really have any idea what the book was about, though. I had vague notions of a fantastical journey, but didn’t realize it took place in a different world altogether. I thought it was illustrated all throughout, and not just on the chapter headings. At first, I wasn’t sure about the prose – very long and rambly sentences – but quickly I got into the rhythm and I very much enjoyed the book. I know you don’t want me to say it, but it reminded me of a fantastical version of The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho (which I didn’t hate like everyone else seems to). Epic journey, learning about yourself along the way, episodic stories…but I won’t harp on it. I promise. 😀 Why do you think you enjoyed it more on this third attempt than you did before?

Kelly: Yeah, I hated The Alchemist. When you told me it reminded you off it, I tried to remove that thought from my head. That being said, I can see what you mean. I probably wouldn’t have made the connection myself, because I try to forget that book exists, but I could see where you would get it from. That being said, it didn’t destroy the book for me that it reminded me of that book, so that’s always good! I am glad I am not the only one that had a few issues in the beginning with the prose. I actually think it might have been that which made it so hard for me to get interested in the book previously. It’s a weird writing style. I’d love to have a magic answer for why this book worked for me this time, but I honestly don’t know what it is. I am not sure if my mood changed, I felt bad because your buddy review partners were abandoning you, or was just determined to get through it this time. For whatever reason this time everything just clicked. I got used to the writing style, loved the references to books, and enjoyed the journey of this rather anti-social librarian going out and having magical adventures. What was your favourite part of the book?

Amanda: My favorite part…hmm…I guess I really liked the trio between Pico, the robber queen, and the minotaur. It was a very interesting dynamic and despite the monstrosity of many of the characters, I liked that we got to know them for who they really are rather than their evil reputations. I guess the whole book was like that. In some ways, it was an epic journey or quest towards a goal, but at the same time towards finding a Self. I liked that every character had their own story and was on their own journey. Each person that Pico met shared part of his path with him, and each went on their own way, to find their own Self and their own goal. Epic journeys are so often solitary, and in some ways this was set up the same, but I got the feel that there was no real solitude. Like when Narya tells Pico that he abandoned his story, so she’s going to take it and make it her own. She obviously doesn’t – she makes her own story instead – but it shows how interconnected our lives are. Whose story most intrigued you?

Kelly: I really enjoyed that Pico was in every chapter, but it was like it was a collection of stories. In each chapter you got to see Pico’s development as a character, but you also got to know a great cast of characters that backed things up. You got to know them and cared for them before the next chapter and another cast of characters appeared. I liked how each character had their own story, too. I had a day or so to think about the book and I am trying to think of which story intrigued me the most. I am not sure if I could say any one impressed me more than another. I think I just enjoyed different aspects of all the stories, so they were all fantastic stories. I mean, there is Narya who is a prostitute, but she has also written a fantastic novel. The robber queen had a tragic story. You want to hate her for some of the things that she has done, but at the same time you couldn’t help feeling sorry for her. The common theme throughout the book of reading added to the overall story, too. What did you think about Pico? Did you like him?

Amanda: I liked Pico a lot! Though he wasn’t from our world, he seemed so human, but he also wasn’t perfect. I like that he lost himself at one point and nearly gave up his quest because he was content. It makes sense. So many of us do that. I liked that he collected the stories and learned from them, even if they weren’t his. At the end, I found myself wanting to know more about what was going to happen to him now. The ending was…not what I expected from a fairy tale quest like this one. It took me by surprise, even though I was expecting some sort of irony. I suppose I should have seen it, given the clues that were put forth in the beginning of the book, but I was blindsided. What did you think of the way Miller ended the book?

Kelly: Yeah, the ending. I was going to ask you about it, too, so I am glad you brought it up first. I was surprised by the ending, too. I was a little worried that something like that was going to happen, but I still didn’t expect it. Even though it has been a couple days and I have been thinking about the book here and there, I still can’t decide if I liked the ending. Did you like it? I think it was my least favourite part of the book. It was a bit of a letdown, but that being said I don’t think I hated the ending. I guess it is just one of those things that I need to think about more before I make any sort of decision. I don’t know if I really answered your question. It’s also hard to talk about the ending without saying specifically how it ended. Anything else you wanted to talk about?

Amanda: I know what you mean about not wanting to give it away. Though I feel like the end was appropriate. It had balance, like the rest of the book. I felt like it was a good choice for an adult fairy tale, you know?

But I think that’s all I had to say too. I really enjoyed the book, loved the prose even though it took me a few pages to get into it, loved the thematic elements and the emphasis on books, stories, and self-evolution. It was a unique coming of age sort of story, and I’ll definitely be keeping an eye out for more of Miller’s work.

Kelly: Yeah, I can see your point about the balance. That’s why I didn’t really hate the ending. Maybe I have just been used to conventional fairy tales and need to read more adult ones!

I am glad I read this book. I look forward to more from Miller, too! Thanks for reviewing it with me!

Amanda: Thanks to you, too!!

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Selected Poems, by Marina Tsvetaeva

tsvetaevaThis book is a selection of Marina Tsvetaeva’s poems translated from the Russian. The poems cross a 25-year period, from about 1915 to about 1940.

As I’ve said before, I am not a very good judge of poetry. I dislike poetry and I usually don’t understand it. My goal this year is to read six books of it, both to try to teach myself how to understand it better, and because I feel like I’m really lacking in this area of my learning. Maybe if I can learn to read poetry, I can grow to like it. At least that’s the hope.

Unfortunately, this collection did nothing for me at all. I wanted to like it. Jason gave it a rave review and the information he gave about Tsvetaeva’s life made her sound fascinating. Maybe I ought to have read a biography instead. Instead, I part-read part-skimmed through this collection, starting off all eager, getting less and less so as I turned pages. I had planned to read slowly, a couple poems a day all month, but as none of the poems spoke to me, I just read faster to get through it. Not the way you’re supposed to read poetry, I know, but I couldn’t help myself.

Maybe it was just that it was a translation. Maybe it’s just not the sort of poetry I like. Maybe I just don’t know how to read it. I don’t know. But either way, in the end there were only two poems in the entire collection that were okay, and of those two, only one that I liked enough to quote:

A kiss on the head – wipes away misery.
I kiss your head.

A kiss on the eyes – takes away sleeplessness.
I kiss your eyes.

A kiss on the lips – quenches the deepest thirst.
I kiss your lips.

A kiss on the head – wipes away memory.
I kiss your head.

Ironically, Jason quoted this exact same poem in his review, which I didn’t realize until just now.

I wish I could have liked and understood this better. Again, Tsvetaeva seems like a fascinating woman and I would like to read more about her. But her poetry? *shrug* It just didn’t work for me, I guess.

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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, by JK Rowling

Harry_Potter_and_the_Goblet_of_Fire_Book_4-119187569179112It’s month four/book four in my hardback-paperback comparison of the Harry Potter series! As per always, there will necessarily be spoilers in this post, so don’t read this if you haven’t read Harry Potter and plan to!

I mentioned last month that book four, The Goblet of Fire, is my least favorite of the series. A lot of people were curious why, so I’m going to tell you all about that before I get into the comparison part of the review.

The Goblet of Fire was not my least favorite the first time I read through the series, back in 2005 after HP6 came out. I read all six books in a row, and my least favorite by far was The Order of the Phoenix. Since then, though, I’ve reread those first six books about 25 times each. I’ve gotten to know each of them very well, both in plot and in writing. Within a few repetitions, HP5 actually became one of my favorites. I started to understand why it was the way it was, and all the things that bothered and annoyed me the first time came to be things I loved. The exact opposite happened with Goblet.

Goblet is full of plot holes, inconsistencies, and bad writing. While it is the first book that begins to lift out of the younger trilogy, forming a bridge between the younger and older trilogies in the series, is suffers from massive problems. Like the 2nd and 3rd books, it tries to recap as much as possible from the earlier plot lines. By this point in the series, though, so much has happened that stuffing all that recap in feels tedious and unnecessary. I was really happy that Rowling gave up recapping for the most part in books 5-7. It’s not just the recapping that’s tedious, though. I can’t even say how many times certain phrases and descriptions are repeated in Goblet. Crookshanks is compared to a furry ginger cushion/rug probably at least 10 times. Hermione is described by her bushy hair every few pages. And if I never hear the phrase “taking a leaf out of someone’s book” again, I will be a very happy girl.

Part of the problem, I know, is that Rowling caught a major plot hole in the book and had to rewrite large portions of it. That caused the book to feel unfinished, manipulated, bent around, and contrived. And it didn’t even get rid of all the plot holes. Why does Crouch/Moody wait until the end of the year to send Harry out to the graveyard? He could do it in the beginning of the year, no problem. What does Voldemort mean when he tells Wormtail that with one more death they’ll have a clear path to Harry? There are no other deaths! Why is muggle-born Colin Creevey’s brother starting at Hogwarts? I’m thinking Mom might have a wizard boyfriend on the side if two of her kids turn out to be wizards…

I could go on, but you get the point. In the end, the reason I like this book least of all the others is that it’s inconsistent, riddled with plot holes, badly written, and transitional. It certainly is emotional – I cried the first time I read about Cedric’s death – and the older humor is just beginning to develop. These are good things. But overall, it’s not my favorite book.

Now, on with the comparison! There was actually quite a lot of change between the two books, though those changes didn’t start until near the end, around the time when Harry leaves Krum with mad-Crouch to look for Dumbledore.

First change/issue: Harry tries to use the password “Sherbet Lemon” to get into Dumbledore’s office. Now of course, this is what it’s supposed to be in the British version, but the American version was supposed to be changed to “Lemon Drop” to be consistent with HP2. I guess the American editors forgot to change that around in the hardback printing. It’s corrected for the paperback.

Second change/issue: On page 712 (HB), Dumbledore tells Snape and Sirius, “…unless the few of us who know the truth do not stand united, there is no hope for any of us.” This is clearly just an editing mistake, which is fixed to “who know the truth stand united” in the paperback edition (also page 712).

Third change/issue: This is a HUGE one that broadly effects many pages. When Harry’s wand connects with Voldemort’s, it regurgitates Voldemort’s spells backwards. The people he’s killed reappear in reverse order. They should be: Cedric, Frank, Bertha, Lily, and James. In the HB edition, James comes out before Lily. That was really weird to read because I’m used to the PB version (which has Lily come out first as she should). It was weird to see the little differences in descriptions between the HB and the PB version, and to see what stayed the same. Like for instance, the HB version says “because the man was the one [Harry]’d thought of more than any other tonight,” while the PB says “because the woman was…” The parents have their dialog lines switched around between the two copies, giving them different roles in Harry’s escape, and this change goes as far as to effect a passage of text 30 pages later, where Harry remembers how his mother/father told him what to do.

That’s about the extent of it, though! My Goblet of Fire review is over! Next month will be The Order of the Phoenix, which won’t have nearly as many exciting changes to look through. It was reading the HB version of Phoenix a couple years back that made me realize there were differences in the first place (as again I was used to the PB version), but I only remember one section being incorrect. Still, I’m going to read through it more carefully, combing for errors. See you next month!

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The Invention of Hugo Cabret, by Brian Selznick

hugo_intro_cover2Hugo Cabret lives alone in a busy Paris train station. The year is 1931. Hugo must keep the clocks running so no one discovers that his uncle, the Timekeeper, has disappeared. He must also forage and sometimes steal in order to eat. While avoiding detection, Hugo works on a secret project, continuing his late father’s work fixing an automaton, in order to see the message the automaton will write when he’s fixed. In some ways, this is Hugo’s only tie to his father, and he guards this secret above all others.

The Invention of Hugo Cabret is not like any other book I’ve ever read. It’s very long – 525 pages – and a good half of them at least are pictures. It’s like a cross between an illustrated novel and a picture book, and it won the Caldecott Medal in 2008. It’s an absolutely gorgeous book.

It would be easy to just defer to the art in the book. It’s beautiful enough that it would make up for a bad story, had that been the case. But the story of Hugo Cabret is not a bad one. It’s about a scared boy and the friendships he forms even though he doesn’t know how to trust. It’s about grief and family. It’s about work and believing in yourself. The whole thing is threaded with movie references. Old movies, from the films that were around in the 20s and early 30s when the book takes place, to the very first movies produced. Some of them I recognized from a French films class I took a decade ago. Others I now want to see if I can find and watch. The story itself was satisfying, and there were parts that made me tear up because it was so touching.

And the art. Oh the art. Now that I’ve talked about the story, I must give credit to this. It’s a good story, no doubt, but without the art, it wouldn’t have been brilliant. The art brings this book to life. As I said, the art makes up at least half the book, with each drawing occupying two pages. I can’t really insert pictures here, so instead I’m just going to recommend getting your hands on this book! It’s beautiful and so good. I’m very, very happy to own it.

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Germinal, by Émile Zola

GerminalGerminal is about a poor mining town in mid-1800s France. As the economy gets worse and worse, the miners begin to starve to death under unfair pay schedules. They have no protection from labor laws, and go on strike under the leadership of a new person in town, Etienne. As days stretch to weeks and then months, the strike turns into a battle of wills between the poor starving miners and the bourgeois who want to control them.

I first have to say THANK YOU SO MUCH to the Classics Circuit for hosting the Emile Zola tour. I’ve had Zola on my to-read list for years, but I’ve always been too scared to pick up his books. I’d heard he was a realist, which translated in my head to “like Gustave Flaubert,” and I’d heard he was uber-descriptive, which translated to “like Edith Wharton.” A combination of two authors I don’t really like? That didn’t sound at all pleasant. But I’d put Germinal on my Fill in the Gaps list, and I was determined to give Zola a try. With this Circuit tour, I finally swallowed my fear and took a leap, fully prepared to wade through the first fifty pages before abandoning the book and writing off Zola altogether.

Oh. My. I couldn’t have been more incorrect. This book was BRILLIANT. I haven’t been so impressed with a classic since The Grapes of Wrath two years ago (and I read 30-40/year). Even with my prejudices going in, I loved this book wholeheartedly. I loved it enough that I stayed up really, really late one night so I could finish reading the last 250 pages. I could not put the book down! It was just that amazing.

Okay so now that I’ve done some gushing, I ought to say why it was brilliant and amazing, right? I mean, I’ve read other books recently that kept me reading and on the edge of my seat. Liar. Nick & Norah. Both excellent books. But not like Zola. Because Germinal…it hit on two different levels. It had plot. Oh yes. You think a book about starving miners sounds boring? How about bloodthirsty mobs and old gossiping women and pit explosions and mass revolt and treachery and love affairs? I was completely swept away with the plot, which got more and more intense with every page. About 100 pages from the end, I was so swept up that I actually screamed TRAITOR!!! out loud when something very unexpected occurred. I got all weepy in places. I shivered at beautifully phrased passages and squirmed at visceral scenes (highlight for spoiler: marching around a dead man’s penis on a stick? :O). I almost can’t believe this book wasn’t censored back in the 1800s when it was published! If it was a modern book, there would certainly be book banners crawling all over it!

But it wasn’t just the plot. Two different levels, right? There was so much depth to this book. Can it be read just for the exciting plot? Yeah, but it’s not really about the plot. It’s about the premise behind the plot. It’s about rich versus poor, about labor laws and selfishness and leadership and abuse of leadership and socialism versus capitalism and violence against women and child labor and human rights. That makes it sound like a political book, and it is, but it’s not dry. All of this stuff is slipped in carefully, fitting in between the cracks of the plot to fill it up and fatten it with all this meaning. And Zola isn’t one-sided. No. While it’s obvious he cares more about the poor than the rich, he doesn’t excuse the bad actions of the poor and doesn’t give the rich worry-free lives. He shows them both realistically, both with problems and worries and pain, and in some places, has them working together, alongside each other, towards a single goal.

I knew, from about page 1, that nothing was going to go well for anyone. Not everyone has the same fate, of course, but at the end, no one, neither rich nor poor, was going to be any better off than at the beginning. Life goes on. I tried to keep that in mind, but Zola is a master and I found myself caring more and more about this huge cast of characters. I wanted Etienne and Catherine to end up together. I wanted the strikers to win and get paid decent wages. I wanted no one to die of hunger or violence. I wanted…even though I knew I couldn’t have. About 200 pages into the book, I almost couldn’t go on because the stress of knowing something bad would eventually come was just too much. Zola made me care in spite of my attempt to keep myself separate from everyone.

This is not a happy book, but it’s a beautiful one. Zola is a master of words: the careful cynicism when the naive daughters of the bourgeois talk about the miners, the gut-wrenching pain that spews from the rich man’s mouth when he discovers the secrets lurking in his house, the ability to boil all people, no matter their station, down to a single point and say Yes – We are all the same. Seriously brilliant book. I’m almost scared to read anything else by Zola, for fear it won’t live up to Germinal.

Some of my favorite lines:

The last red rays of the setting sun bathed the plain in blood, and the road seemed like a river of blood as men and women, bespattered like butchers in a slaughterhouse, galloped on and on. “Oh, how wonderful!” whispered Lucie and Jeanne, whose artistic taste was deeply stirred by the lovely horror of it all.

And:

“Imbeciles!” repeated Monsieur Hannebeau. “Do you think I’m happy?” His anger boiled up against these people who would not understand. … He found himself wishing he were dying of starvation too, and that his empty belly were twisted with pains that made his brain reel, for perhaps that might deaden this relentless grief! … “Bread! Do you think that it is all there is to it, you fools?” He had food in plenty, but that did not prevent his groaning in anguish.

And the line that made me cry:

This at last was their wedding night, in this tomb, on this bed of mud. They could not die before having their happiness, they must live and pass on life one last time. They loved each other in despair, and in death itself.

There was no sequel.

FYI: My translation was by Leonard Tancock and I highly recommend it.

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Ash, by Malinda Lo

Ash_novel_malinda_loAsh is a retelling of the Cinderella fairy story, with a twist. Aisling, or Ash, lives in a world where fairy tales and reality collide. When her father dies, leaving her orphaned with a (realistically) cruel stepmother and stepsisters, Ash is made into a servant in their house. Her only escape is in exploring the off-limits fairy world that most of the kingdom no longer believes in. She befriends a fairy named Sidhean, who later wants to claim her as his love. Only problem is, in the meantime, Ash has fallen in love with the king’s huntress, Kaisa…

This is a joint review with Jason of Moored At Sea.

Amanda: Well, this might be difficult, as we had wildly contrasting opinions on this book. For my part, I was really leery going into the book. I’m not usually a big fan of fairy tale retellings and I’d heard some so-so reviews in the past. I was pleasantly surprised, though. I really liked the tone, especially in the first half of the book. It screamed “fairy tale” to me and didn’t feel fake or forced like many retellings do. I was drawn into the story and enjoyed the characters. The second half was less convincing to me and I felt the last 50 pages were way too fast, but over all I still liked the book.

Jason: I REALLY wanted to like the story – I’m a hermit with books, and I usually don’t get excited about new ones, but when I heard about this one, it gnawed it me somehow, and I really, really wanted to read it. In the end, for me, it felt something like the Phantom felt for you (well, not awful and laughable, though). I felt like there was this germ, these seeds that felt real and genuine, mythic. The hunt, and the ball were both very powerful, for instance, the ending, unlike you, I didn’t mind. But, the problem was that in between, the book felt kind of generic. Not fairy tale generic, just generic-generic. The world was flat and dead, instead of spring-loaded and hazy the way it is in a fairy tale. I felt like there were parts that the author really felt and expressed, and then there were parts where she just wrote out intellectually without her heart at all.

Amanda: I would disagree with you on several points. First, I actually felt like the whole thing was “spring-loaded and hazy.” I actually felt like it was dreamy in just the way a fairy tale should be. Once I figured out it wasn’t happening in our world, I let the details slip away and become part of the whole atmosphere. I thought that was very well done. And I really doubt you can say that the author felt some parts and didn’t write with her heart in others. I think that’s unfair to the author. Especially as I think of the book exactly opposite – I feel like the parts in the world were more heartfelt, and the ball, hunt, etc felt glossed over and generic. The balls, especially. They were one of the parts that troubled me. Ash would show up, dance once, and disappear, and hours would have gone by. I didn’t get it. I preferred the times when she was learning about herself to the parts where she interacted with people in the city. Those felt off for me.

So, what did you think of the love stories?

Jason: I apologize, I don’t mean to presume to interpret the author’s internal thoughts, just the narration felt forced in some of the in-between. I think it’s a difference in expectation – I love the suggestive silences in some of those parts – the very fact that things AREN’T described, and that there are these inexplicable stretches of time felt suggestive to me – they felt the way I like magic to feel in a story. Like you don’t see it directly, just through a glass, darkly.

I will say that, I actually DID think Ms Lo did a beautiful job of showing the differences in the two love stories. The love she held for her fairy lover was compelling, but it only engaged a piece of her, it was sort of a magical hyperbolic lust, and the contrast between that and the more subtle and humanly awkward way she falls in love with the huntress was powerful. I felt like (while I could have done with a bit more time developing their relationship) by the end of the book, she could love the huntress with all the different pieces of her, which is, after all, what one of the themes was to me: It shows what it is the fairies don’t have. The fairies have intensities, but no steady, all-encompassing emotions. They can feel ecstasy, but not joy, agony, but not sorrow. You know?

Amanda: Again, I’m the opposite. I didn’t really feel like Ash loved either character. She related to Sidhean as her only friend and as a fascination held alive by her mother’s memory, and then she connected to Kaisa again because the caring the Kaisa shows her reminds her of her mother. I felt like all the love was just a substitution for missing her mother, which isn’t a bad thing, but I didn’t necessarily feel like it was romantic.

And it bothered me when certain things weren’t explained. Like Kaisa tells the story of the former huntress quitting because she got married, but never says why. Or all the missing time. I like my narrative stories to be complete. I felt like the world was convincingly built, but particularly in the latter half of the book, there were just some missing pieces I would have liked filled in. I also wondered why, in a world where same-sex love is acceptable and normal, there were no boy couples, just girl couples. Did you notice that?

Jason: I did not notice that. You’ll laugh at me, but for a minute, I thought she was going to say the prince had a boyfriend at one point :D. But, then, it’s interesting because even in this world, homosexuality felt like a rare exception to the general rule, an outlier not described properly by the ‘rules of the game’ – but that’s just an impression. What you bring up about the romance is an interesting point. I didn’t feel like it was like that with her fairy lover, but I certainly did with the huntress. But that didn’t bother me, or impede my feeling like they were in love. I mean, part of what makes people so well suited to each other, I think, is that they can give each other what they need, you know? True love is more than just romantic attraction, it’s feeling a comfort with each other. Some people need someone to be a comforter, some people need someone who is good at appreciating them, some people need someone who makes them feel like they are at home, etc. We all have things we need, and part of the beauty of love is that we can give those things to each other. So, which characters did you feel like you related to?

Amanda: I think it’s uncomfortable to think about people choosing their romantic partners based on them being mother or father figures to them. Maybe it’s because I was once in one of those types of relationships, but I think that there’s automatically going to be a block in such cases. I get the impression that Ash and Kaisa could not live happily ever after because Ash really has some major issues to work out in herself. And I liked that about her. I liked that that was realistic.

I’m not sure I really related to any of the characters personally. I usually don’t when it comes to fairy tales. Certainly I didn’t to Ash or Sidhean. I understood Ash’s stepmother and stepsisters, but didn’t really relate to them either. I suppose in some ways I could understand Kaisa the best, though I felt like her character was a bit underdeveloped. I do like that she was considered a high station even though she was the king’s huntress. I guess I assumed, when I first heard of the hunters and huntresses, that they were similar to the king’s military – upper lower class, higher than servant but not royalty. It was interesting that she had a status above Lords. That wasn’t something I expected. An interesting little twist in their world.

Who did you relate most to?

Jason: I think, in fairy tales, I usually relate to situations, more than characters. But in that sense, I related to Sidhean’s situation, the sort of steady descent. Particularly at the end, where you learn that he has a curse that he, frankly, earned fair and square for his actions, I understood his character. I think sometimes I have to be cursed in order to learn, that I’m too oblivious to learn things without having my eyes opened by force. And so, the feeling that for him to grow he had to decay, and to be opened into real, genuine emotions (both love and regret, and then loss), was poignant to me – though I wish the last scene with him could have been a bit more evocative. I didn’t mind it fading out then in the way it did, I just felt like that was the climactic scene for him, not her, and that he is almost absent in it.

Amanda: I’d agree with you on that sentiment. That was part of the place where I wish there had been MORE to the text. I personally am not convinced that Sidhean felt any real emotions, honestly. I don’t know that a curse could actually make him feel something real, or that his feelings were ever anything more than lust/greed. There’s argument both ways, but I couldn’t feel like he really loved her, which I guess is why part of the ending felt false/unsettled to me. I needed more in order to buy into the way the book ended, to the way the characters all resolved their fates.

But overall, I really enjoyed the book. I’m sorry you didn’t like it more. :/

Jason: Yes, that’s part of the frustration, for me, is I felt like I had to really work to make up my own stories in this book – a fairy tale, to me, is just the opposite, it’s this sort of infinitely fertile ground, that lets your brain spring up in different ways. Here, it felt like it was explained too much for that, but then not explained enough to be a world-intensive story like historical fiction or high fantasy might be. It kind of teetered back and forth and didn’t succeed as either for me. But, honestly again, I think it is probably just me. I probably wanted the book to be something it just wasn’t intended to be. Thanks for reading it with me, though :).

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Greenland (Enchantment series), by Jean Blashfield

greenlandWow. Greenland is a fascinating country. Their history is so varied – from multiple groups of indigenous peoples that came and went at different times over the last 4000 years, to viking settlement and Danish rule and later to almost-independence. Cultures, languages, and lifestyles all clash to make this really fascinating mix of living.

Most of Greenland is under a large ice cap, so the settlements there are relegated to the coast. Most stick to the southern part of the island, while a few Inughuits (Inuits who tend to stick to more traditional ways) live in the colder sections to the north. It’s hard for me to even imagine the way of life in Greenland, where the summers are like winters here and people live primarily on a few food sources: whale, blubber, reindeer, fish. There, the killing of animals is needed for survival, and all different parts of the animal are used, from the fur to make clothing to the bladders of polar bears to make traditional drums.

I can’t imagine this world, and while at first I thought this was not somewhere I’d ever want to go, I’ve changed my mind. I would absolutely love to go to Greenland, to experience their way of life, to see the huge ice sheets and glaciers and fjords. I was very happy to learn that while Christianity mostly took over the country over the last several hundred years, the Greenlanders have recently begun to take pride in their shaman-based heritage and are regaining all sorts of cultural things they had lost. There are museums and schools dedicated to the reclamation of heritage. I love it! I love seeing a country embrace their history and celebrate it!

I learned all sorts of fascinating things from this book. Like I had no idea that the geographical north pole and the magnetic north pole were not the same. I had never heard of the great auk, a diving bird similar to a penguin and related to puffins. Apparently they became extinct in 1844. I also learned about sports and events I’d never heard of, like ice golf, fingerpull, armpull, knuckle hop, and long distance sled hopping. There was a description of knuckle hopping, actually, and it sounds horribly painful. Competitors lay down and move forward by hopping only on their toes and the knuckles of their hand. Apparently it often ends in a lot of bleeding…

I was also excited to see that they have throat-singing there! I discovered throat-singing while studying Mongolia a few years back and it’s the most fascinating music that I think I’ve ever heard. Traditionally in Greenland, this singing was done by women. There’s also traditional drumming.

There is also a lot of art in the culture, though the Inuits didn’t call it art until more recently. My favorites were the tiny figurines carved to help get rid of spirit enemies. They were called Tupilaks.

There are some negatives in the country, though. They’re very dependent on Denmark and other Scandinavian countries for imports. The unemployment rate is really high (around 10%). There’s a high rate of teen suicide because many kids feel lost as to where to go in their lives as they get older. Plus there’s the lovely story about how the Americans set up a base in Greenland, forcing an entire town to relocate 60 miles further north, away from their traditional hunting grounds. Then they crashed a plane into the sea ice with four nuclear weapons on board, claimed to have cleaned up the bombs when they really left them in the ocean, and polluted the whole area with radioactivity. It doesn’t at all surprise me that Greenland wants America off its land. Sometimes I feel so sick being part of this country…

But there are good things too, like the fact that there’s no land ownership. !!! Or the 93% literacy rate. Many good things. I felt like there were more positives in this book than negatives, which isn’t always the case.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t do like I did the last two months and go look at animals from Greenland at the zoo or make any Greenlandic food. There are seals and walruses and killer whales at Sea World, but that’s a little bit out of my price range for hobby-studying, and besides, I’ve been there and seen them before. And Greenlandic food mostly consists of different types of fish casseroles (which I can’t eat) and/or uses ingredients I have no access to, like whale, whale blubber, or reindeer meat. Somehow I don’t think I can substitute beef. We almost had the right ingredients to make a berry dessert, but half the berries they mentioned are ones we’d never heard of, much less could find in Texas. Ah well.

But even without that sort of interactive learning, I actually had a really good time exploring the country. I’m definitely adding it to my places-I-want-to-go-one-day list!

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Twenty Boy Summer, by Sarah Ockler

9780316051590Anna lives next door to her two best friends, Frankie and her older brother Matt. She’s never told anyone, but Anna’s been in love with Matt forever. The day he kisses her, on her fifteenth birthday, she’s thrilled. Matt makes her promise not to tell Frankie – he wants to tell her himself – but before he has the chance, he dies. Now, a year later, Frankie has become a crazy, boy-obsessed girl and she and Anna are vacationing in California together, both trying to escape the ghosts that Matt left behind.

I won this book in a giveaway last summer. I’d seen the book all over the place but had never been terribly interested in it. The title turned me off. Then I read an interview with the author and changed my mind about the book. I was lucky enough to win it, but didn’t get around to reading it for months. By December, I wasn’t really very interested anymore, and I planned to purge the book. Then I read the first tiny part, where Anna and Matt have their first kiss and fall in love. I loved the writing and the characters, and they made me feel the glorious experience of first love. I decided not to purge.

Now, three months later, I finally got around to reading the book. I needed a break from all the heavier books I’ve been reading. I re-experienced that first part of the book, loved everything up to the end of chapter 2, when Matt dies, and then the rest of the book…wasn’t really for me. It wasn’t badly done or anything, it just wasn’t really the sort of book I like. I couldn’t stand the two girls, especially Frankie. I’ve never liked the girly crowd of makeup frenzy and shopping and boy-conquest. For awhile I actually considered dropping the book, but I persevered until the two girls met a few more characters that helped to anchor the plot a bit.

But even with anchoring, I honestly didn’t care very much what happened to Anna or Frankie after the first two chapters. There’s a climax scene between them where Frankie does something to Anna that, in my mind, is unforgivable, but I found it difficult to care. If these had been characters I’d cared about, that climax could have made me cry. It could have made me scream hysterics at Frankie. It could have made me hate her passionately and hate Anna for any forgiveness she might have shown. But it didn’t.

This book would work well for others, I think. Just not for me. It’s well-written, and the opening is very well done. And it was definitely a good lighthearted book to take my mind off the heavier books I’ve been reading (Mornings in Jenin, Agnes Grey, Death in Venice, The Danish Girl…). It was something I needed: an evening off to read something fun. It doesn’t matter that I’ll give away the book now or that I won’t remember it in a few months. It gave me escape for a day, and that’s what I needed.

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