Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret, by Judy Blume

judyMargaret (age 11) has just moved from NYC to New Jersey, and is trying to cope with the change and to fit in at her new school. Already she’s different: Her parents do not have any religion and so Margaret doesn’t either, all due to the fact that her mom was Christian and her father was Jewish, and both of their families got pretty upset when they married. Between working out her religious preferences and dealing with awkward female preteen stuff, Margaret’s life feels pretty complicated to her.

This book is one of the most challenged/banned books ever, and I can understand why. I don’t agree, but I understand. There’s a lot of frank and honest talk among the girls about various parts of puberty, and they are rather obsessed with that stuff. This is realistic. Most girls worry about when they’re going to change and how it’s going to feel and whether or not they’re normal. I remember that from my childhood, and I don’t think I know anyone who didn’t obsess in some way or another. Still, as a parent, the book made me slightly uncomfortable with how honest and realistic it was. I would swallow my discomfort, though, if I had daughters who wanted to read the book. I think it would be a good book for them to read. Of course, I don’t have daughters, I only have sons, and I’m not sure I’d just go handing the book to them.*

The most interesting thing for me, though, was learning about cultural history. The book was published in 1970, so it’s almost 40 years old. Modern versions have been updated, but the copy I have is pretty old, so it still has a lot of old cultural references. I learned about women’s issues and clothing from back then (and am real thankful for technological advances…). I learned that back then, people who took home food from restaurants were looked down on for being poor, and that doggie bags were literally meant for dogs. That concept is completely foreign to me. Also, all the kids were laughing and giggling when their teacher came in and wrote his name on the board, and I couldn’t figure out why until a page later when I found out it was because he was a male teacher (and a male teacher was very unusual). This book made me realize how different 1970 is from today, or even from when I was 11.

Plus, there was the accidental discovery that this book probably inspired the Lords of Acid song, “I must increase my bust.” Who knew?

My only real complaint about the book is that it ends way too abruptly, and the last paragraph is completely out of the blue. It makes no sense, and it could have if there had been a good lead-up to it. I don’t want to explain more and give away spoilers, but I felt like that last bit was just tacked on and made no sense. There was no closure on most of the issues of the book, which also bothered me, and I’m not sure Margaret really had a chance to grow as a person. It seemed like she might, but that the book would have needed to go on longer to really know for sure.

Mostly, though, I appreciated reading this book in an academic sense, to get a feel for 1970s culture and to understand more about banned/challenged books.

*Note from 2014: At the time of writing this, my children were very young and had not grown into the tween ages addressed in this book. By the time they did, my ideas on what was appropriate for them had obviously matured. Even though I have all boys, I wouldn’t have any problem with any of them reading this book.

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Death Comes for the Archbishop, by Willa Cather

deathIt’s been awhile since I read a slow classic, over several days, and Death Comes for the Archbishop was just perfect for me: nicely paced, quiet and calm, evocative, and something that transported me to a different time. This was historical fiction even when Cather wrote it. It paints a portrait of life in the newly-acquired New Mexico region in the 1850s through 1880s, as seen through the eyes of the Catholic missionaries trying to tame and evangelize the area.

It’s hard to review a Willa Cather book. This one in particular had very little plot. Mostly, it was setting and storytelling. Though there were two main characters of sorts – the Bishop and his Vicar – the book did not follow their stories. Their stories were woven in, but for the most part, this was very slice-of-life for multiple minor characters. The book focused on stories from all different sorts of backgrounds: the Catholic priests and bishops, the various Indian tribes, the white Americans living in the area, and the Mexicans. The Bishop and Vicar both seemed in some senses very naive about different cultures. At least, they seemed to make some rather stereotypical remarks. However, they didn’t seem to have a prejudice. They were humble, and willing to learn about the people around them. Their ignorance made them more willing to grow, rather than oppressive and self-satisfied.

I grew up Catholic and hated the church, so it’s very difficult for me to sympathize with any sort of Catholic missionary efforts. Books centered on Catholicism bother me, simply because it’s too close to a sore spot in my childhood. I prefer to stay away from such books. However, I didn’t feel that way about Death Comes for the Archbishop. While these were Catholic priests and they were out to convert their territory, they didn’t feel self-righteous or arrogant.* I liked these priests. I felt like they respected their patrons and the people in their area that refused to follow Catholic rules. They loved their people. They attempted to be good people themselves, though they weren’t perfect. They believed in the power of faith and miracles, and didn’t need to enforce strictly-detailed dogmas on people who believed in the Catholic faith with childlike simplicity and who didn’t necessarily understand all the rules. In short, they put forth an effort towards peace, understanding, and spiritual bonds, rather than strict disciplinary religion. I loved that.

This was a beautiful book. I’ve never been to New Mexico, but I could see very clearly the scenery that Cather painted. She has an eye (and pen) for landscape like no other author I know, and she did particularly well here. The characters were real, even if only splashed on the page for short amounts of time. This is my favorite Cather book to date.

*Note – I’m not saying all Catholics or Catholic priests are self-righteous or arrogant. Not at all. That’s just how I feel about proselytizing efforts in general and what I would have expected a book about Catholic missionary efforts to sound like to me.

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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, by Robert Louis Stevenson

DR_JEKYLLANDMR_HYDEPretty much everyone knows the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and if you don’t know, it’d be better if I don’t give any details at all, so I’m not going to talk about the plot at all. I first read this book in fall of ’06, and loved it. I read it again a couple months later, and now, a third time. And it just keeps getting better.

Things I love about this book:

  • The mood, atmosphere, and narrative voice are superb. Tone is everything here!
  • It has both plot and meaning, both commercial appeal and literary value.
  • It can be interpreted to mean many different things.
  • Robert Louis Stevenson was kind of a hottie. He had a really nice smoking jacket, too.
  • It’s a perfect introductory classic for high school students – interesting and deep. I wish I’d read it when I was 16.
  • Stevenson doesn’t need to get into the gory details of Hyde’s crimes in order for the book to be disturbing and a little scary.
  • It only takes a couple hours to read, and usually helps me with my writing.
  • Stiffs, Inc. (my very favorite band ever) made a short film using one of the main characters, Mr. Utterson.
  • It contains the line, “If he be Mr. Hyde, I shall be Mr. Seek.” I don’t care if it’s cheesy. That’s one of the Best. Lines. Ever.
  • There’s a great underlying philosophy behind Hyde/Jekyll’s character: “that man is not truly one, but truly two.”
  • This little book, originally meant as a potboiler, addressed the human condition so fully that it’s now considered a classic.
  • The fact that when Stevenson died, his last words almost seemed to refer back to this book. He said, “Does my face look strange?” or “Has my face changed?” (not sure which one, I’ve heard both) Those have got to be the most unique last words I’ve ever heard outside of fiction. (Assuming this isn’t just a myth.)

StevensonSeriously, I could keep going. I love this book to pieces. Today, as I read, I actually spent a long time thinking about what I learned in church growing up (how odd!). I’m not religious anymore, but back then they told us that Satan was always out there to tempt people, and that when someone gave in just a little bit, they became more used to sin, more desensitized, and would commit greater and greater sins until his soul was swallowed up completely. I put that side by side with Jekyll’s narrative in the last chapter of this book, where he talks about his evil nature growing stronger and more in control as he gave it free reign. I’m sure such a comparison was intended. The other thing that struck me particularly (today) was the book’s statement on choices, and how we all one day have to choose between responsibility and freedom. We cannot exist in a double life. I remembered the choice-tree Sylvia Plath describes in The Bell Jar, also one of my favorite books.

Okay, so this book review is utter crap. I know it. I’m a little tired, and I’ve loved this book so long it’s hard to write coherently about it.

Note: Review date is only an approximate of when this book was read/reviewed in 2009.

Note: Originally read in October 2006.

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A Crooked Kind of Perfect, by Linda Urban

crooked-kind-of-perfectTen-year-old Zoe wants to play the piano, but instead, her dad gets her a Perfectone D60 organ. This is not the only problem in Zoe’s life. Her mom almost never comes home from work. Her dad has some sort of social anxiety problem, so he almost never leaves the house. Her best friend at school finds a different best friend, and a weird boy named Wheeler starts following her home. Zoe doesn’t think her life will ever be perfect, but through playing ‘Hits of the Seventies’ and the theme songs from old TV shows, she learns that even unexpected things can yield their own kind of perfection.

This was a cute book. I think my kids will like it a lot. It’s a children’s book, probably about 3rd or 4th grade level. It was a perfect snuggle-under-a-blanket book for me to read this weekend. The funniest thing about it was that “Smells Like Teen Spirit” showed up in the ‘Hits of the Nineties’ songbook and Zoe had never heard of it. She said it was from before she was born. That made me laugh. I must be getting old. There’s not much more I can say about the book. It was well written, sweet but not sappy, and despite liking it, I probably won’t remember it in a year (just because I’m well over the age it was written for, haha).

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The Death of Ivan Ilych, by Leo Tolstoy

ivanWhat if my entire nature, my entire conscious life, simply was not the real thing?

…Not the real thing. Everything you lived by and still live by is a lie, a deception that blinds you from the reality of life and death.

-Ivan Ilych

In 2001, I read Anna Karenina and consider it one of the worst books I’ve ever had the misfortune to come across. Despite that, I decided to give Tolstoy another chance with this much smaller book, and thankfully, he lived up to his fame. I’m using this review for the 9th task of the Take a Chance Challenge. It involves writing a review in three poems – a haiku, a limerick, and free form.

I’m not a poetry person. I warn you, this is awful. On the other hand, for someone with severe writer’s block, and who generally hates poetry, I actually had a lot of fun writing these up. They may be awful, but at least my brain was able to create something.

My limerick:

Anna Karenina failed
My brain felt it was impaled
But the shortness of this
Death of Ivan Ilych
Caused a relief that must be hailed.

My haiku:

Ivan: overlooked
His life: an island of grief
His death: clarity

My free form:

Over a century ago
when this book was written
life was quite unlike our own
Without electricity
or modern science
Without a reasonable chance to
survive injury

Ivan Ilych is driven
by his love of money and status
His job holds him back; he fights to move up.
His family is unhealthy:
dying children and bitter wife.
Life passes in a haze
of argument and avoidance.

Ivan works to gain what he swears he deserves
But a poorly made judgment–
in a vanity at that!–
causes an affliction no one understands
And as life falls away
poisoned and black
Ivan struggles to make sense of his life and his death.
***

My favorite is the haiku. Yours? I did warn you they were awful…

But seriously, this was a really good book. Beyond the first chapter or two, where I inevitably struggled with the Russian naming system, I fell right into the rhythm of the book and was captivated until the end. The discourses on the meaning of life, the truth of existence, and the purpose of death are well worth the read. Much more worth reading than my awful attempt at poetry.

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A Great and Terrible Beauty, by Libba Bray

200px-LibbabraybeautyWhen Gemma Doyle’s mother dies, she’s sent from India to an all-girl boarding school in England. There, she has to cope not only with being the strange new girl in a very catty society, but with terrible prophetic visions and a spirit-beast bent on capturing her power.

Okay, so remember the movie The Craft? This is sort of like that, with a Dead-Poets-Society-twist. There are four girls in the magic circle: beautiful rich Pippa, charismatic power-hungry Felicity, plain poor Ann, and awkward-but-outspoken Gemma. They’re an odd circle, brought together only through a series of manipulations, and perhaps not all of them are entirely trustworthy. Actually, I’m not sure why Gemma ever trusted either Pippa or Felicity, especially the latter. I kind of thought Felicity was a snake the whole time. I won’t say whether or not she ends up being a snake.

There are plenty of reasons why I ought to turn up my nose at this book. The characters didn’t feel particularly real, and I didn’t really connect with them on a personal level. The historical background didn’t feel thoroughly researched. I’m not sure I could really believe in or get a feel for the bad spirit. But despite all that, I really enjoyed the book. It was fast, easy entertainment, which helped cheer me up from the two other books I was slogging through. I love supernatural stuff – it’s one of my weaknesses from childhood – so this was perfect for me. Hey, I have to read some fluff, too, right? I’m looking forward to the next installment, which I’m sure is going to be just as non-literary as this one, and probably just as fun.

If they haven’t already, this would make an excellent movie.

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Speak, by Laurie Halse Anderson

Speak_1st_Edition_CoverMelinda has become selectively mute. Because she called the cops on the end-of-summer party right before her freshman year, no one wants anything to do with her. Her old friends abandon her, and it becomes impossible to make new friends. The only girl who will talk to her is Heather, a shallow, perky, brand-new-in-town girl from Ohio. Between silence and missing more than half her classes on a regular basis, Melinda falls into a nasty spiral she can only get out of if she speaks, if she tells someone what happened to her at the party, the reason she called the cops in the first place.

Despite the fact that she doesn’t say much, Melinda was very easy for me to relate to. For entirely different (and not so traumatic) reasons, I also became a selective mute for about 4 years in late elementary and middle school. I know, I know – here I am, telling another personal story, and I don’t mean to dwell on that, but my personal experiences in school made it much, much easier for me to understand where this girl was coming from. I won’t dwell on it too much. Melinda’s silence and isolation were just so real and understandable for me, and her experience with Heather – with Heather’s betrayal – was just another thing I also experienced, which made the whole book more real to me.

With books like this, where I could relate on a personal and shared-experience level, it’s much more difficult for me to try to analyze the way I do other books. It’s hard for me to distance myself from my gut reactions and place the book in context for review format, but I’ll try. The book deals with some very heavy subjects, and I think they’re all approached tactfully and thoroughly. All the students felt real, with all their high school idiocy, while the teachers – through Melinda’s eyes – became stereotypes known by code names such as Hairwoman or Mr. Neck. Everything felt exaggerated and insufficient at the same time, as things often feel in adolescence. I think Anderson captured a disturbed teenage voice very well. There were no parts that felt out of place or unrealistic, and the book became more and more powerful as it went on. I’m really looking forward to reading some of Anderson’s other books.

I know this review isn’t the best. Like I said, without focusing on my own experiences and how they relate to the book, it’s difficult for me to say anything at all, but at the same time, I don’t want to bog this down by talking about my own childhood. I do that too often as it is. This is the sort of book I would love to discuss in a group, and I’m also looking forward to seeing the movie that was based on it.

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Yemen, by Liz Sonneborn

yemen-liz-sonneborn-book-cover-artThe Enchantment of the World series is a set of books about different countries written for about middle-school aged kids. Each has a different author. Each one discusses the geography, history, government, religion, culture, holidays, plants, animals, economy, industry, education, architecture, language, heritage, music, arts, sports, and food of its specific country. Despite that long list, these books aren’t really long; they average about 150 pages, and just touch on a bit of all aspects of life. That’s why I love them so much. Most books about specific countries focus on touristy stuff or history or social/economic injustice. Instead, the Enchantment books give me a taste of everything. They’re perfect for me to glimpse a little bit of life in different places around the world. I’ve read quite a few of them in the last couple years.

I decided to read Yemen because my sister lived and taught English in Yemen for a year back in 2005-2006. She always posted these gorgeous pictures and told us all sorts of stories about her life and travel there, and I wanted to learn more about Yemen because of that. This little book taught me so much, so I’m just going to list a few of my favorite things.

  • Yemen only became a country in 1990, and they’ve had the same president ever since (at least as of 2008).
  • There are the same number of Yemenis under age 16 as over age 16.
  • The average # of kids in Yemen is 6 per family. The country’s population is expected to double by 2030.
  • In some parts of Yemen, they decorate their mud-brick buildings with gypsum, which makes them look like gingerbread houses. Gorgeous!
  • The island of Socotra is one of the most unique places in the world. It has plants and animals that live no where else on earth, and the people who live there speak Soqotri, which is completely different from Arabic (which the rest of Yemen speaks).
  • The largest industry in Yemen is agriculture, but because most of Yemen is a desert, it’s also a fairly poor country. Many people live on less than the equivalent of US $2/day.
  • The country is ruled by Islamic law, though it is more lax than some Middle Eastern countries.
  • Some of the best coffee beans in the world are from Yemen. The word Mocha comes from the port of Mocha, where Yemen ships them from. Their coffee has a chocolate-y taste.
  • Silver is abundant in Yemen and there are many silver craftsmen. My sister actually brought home silver items as gifts.
  • They have some of the best honey in the world.
  • Men have daggers called jambiyas which are used in dance rituals and aren’t used to harm anyone. Only men are supposed to be in these dances, but my sister and a friend of hers actually got to participate in one, and she has pictures from it. I guess it was okay because they were foreigners??
  • The only Yemeni author that has gained international exposure is Zayd Muti Dammaj, whose book The Hostage has been translated into English (and other languages). I’ve added it to my TBR pile.
  • They race camels there! Camels can apparently run at 20 mph.

So, I’ll end this here. Really, if you like books about other countries but don’t want them to be incredibly overwhelming, the Enchantment series is very good. Not all the books are as good, informative, or interesting as others – some of their writers are great and some are just awful – but I always gain something out of them. Yemen was a particularly satisfying book.

**Note: My original review contained many pictures, including some from my sister’s travels, but these have been lost since the original posting.

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