Monday, April 23, 2012

Newspaper Finally Brings Something To The Table


Reading is fun. 

That sentence is an example of why I am not a writer.  Below is a great quote from author Ann Patchett about why reading is awesome. 

“… Reading fiction is important. It is a vital means of imagining a life other than our own, which in turn makes us more empathetic beings. Following complex story lines stretches our brains beyond the 140 characters of sound-bite thinking, and staying within the world of a novel gives us the ability to be quiet and alone, two skills that are disappearing faster than the polar icecaps.”
I love this quote.  Read it twice.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Octogenarians Determine Bookworm Fashion Choices


Anyone who knows me knows I have the best grandparents.  And not in a World’s Best Granddad Coffee Mug kind of way.  In a My-Grandddad-Is-Spending-His-87th-Birthday-in-Botswana kind of way.   These guys love to travel and took my brother and me to all 50 states before I turned 18.  They are smart and interesting and, well… my granddad can beat up your granddad.  That’s all there is to it.

My grandparents have a knack for choosing the perfect gift.  I can promise you that my granddad has a better eye for selecting a pair of pants that fit me than I do.  It is uncanny that every Christmas they can pick out a head to toe outfit (you bet those socks match!) that fits perfectly.  And guess what?  They are Bookworms, too.

This past weekend, when not changing the explosive diarrhea diapers of a young friend, I finished A Train in Winter by Caroline Moorehead.   This was a Christmas gift from my grandparents, a book that sold out so fast in Williamsburg they had to order a copy of this (surprise!) World War II biographical story. 

My granddad read it before I did and warned me it started off a bit slow.  He was right, though my main criticism of the book was the fact that there were so many women’s stories woven in that I couldn’t keep track of them all.  They were all members of the French Resistance and incredibly brave, but I don’t feel like I got to know any of the 230 women in the book since for the most part I couldn’t follow who was who from start to finish.

This was exactly the kind of book I would have ordered for myself, and I love receiving books as gifts, so this was a win-win.  I’m sure my grandparents are counting the days until the end of their Africa-And-Oh-Yeah-Let’s-Swing-By-Madrid-Trip so they can read this critique.

Proud Matriarch and Patriarch look on
at family antics featuring bottle of Dom Perignon.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Bookworm Loses All Sense of Reality


Now that I am famous, it will be a real struggle to stay grounded and keep it real.  For those of you who haven’t heard, today my charming little blog is showcased in the Kittling: Books feature Scene of the Blog.  Please check out Cathy’s awesome post about your favorite Bookworm and see where I pound out these genius entries for your reading pleasure/ridicule. 


Saturday, April 14, 2012

Bookworm Outsmarted By West Coast Baby


I am in Chapel Hill, NC visiting my Baby Friend Asher.  As many of you know, he hails from San Francisco, but since he was on my coast I drove three hours down to see him while enjoying Caleb’s Crossing by Geraldine Brooks.

This was a good book, but it dragged at times – particularly at the beginning and at the end.  This was not as good as her books Year of Wonders (awesome) or People of the Book (above average).  But it was an interesting story about one of the first few Native Americans to attend Harvard in the late 1600’s.  If given the choice, I would rather attend Indiana University in the early 2000’s when their basketball team goes to the National Championship. 

I checked out this audio book from the library online.  After several attempts and 90 minutes of pure fury, I figured out how to do it.  Here’s a tip:  just read the directions.  Trust me, I know there is nothing worse than reading a few simple steps and then following them, but please believe me here.

This, I might add is the polar opposite advice I would give you for keeping Baby Asher alive for a few hours.  His Mom and Blog Reader Kate gave me all kinds of Choose Your Own Adventure-type scenarios with potential solutions, but when it came down to it, I just let Baby Asher do whatever the hell he wanted.  Sure, let’s chew on a bag of toiletries!  Now let’s dump peas on Allison’s skirt!  If his (wise) parents had left their credit card, we would have been in real trouble.

Inner baby monologue:
"This chick will do whatever I want.
I said PEARS not SWEET POTATOES.
Ugh, grown-ups"

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Be Impressed By Me Based On Me Knowing People Who Do Cool Things


Have I ever mentioned that I know a real life fiction writer?  Meaning, I am one degree from this person versus, say three degrees from Kevin Bacon*. 

A producer I worked with on an advertising campaign also wrote an entire freaking book.  I knew she had gone to grad school for creative writing, but I didn’t know that in addition to putting in 18 hour days while pregnant she had a side gig in the works too.

When Everything Lovely, Effortless, Safe by Jenny Hollowell came out, I was first in line to get it.  Perhaps because 1% of me thought that there would be at least one paragraph about my total mismanagement of our joint project.  (Due to copious amounts of editing on your behalf dear reader, I do not delve into frustrations of that 4 year old project here.  This commentary would have had no reflection on the wonderful work of Jenny and everything to do with Corporate America.)

You know I love a book with great character development, so this book is IT.  Buy it and read it.  

*

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

One Might Ask “Who’s the Boss?” But That Has Been Taken


Since yesterday was a particularly light workday, Blog Reader and Also My Boss Liz and I decided to knock off early and enjoy the beautiful weather.  And what better way to do so than going to the stuffy upstairs of a used bookstore followed by champagne cocktails?

Liz is my Boss, but I think we can all agree I am the Puppet Master.  I can, on occasion, be a bit “bossy” but most people don’t listen to my logical and gently issued directives.  Luckily Liz does, and I pushed her into purchasing the following books:

  • Year of Wonders  by Geraldine Brooks -  A great book.  Liz asked what it was about, and as soon as I said the word “plague” she was in.  Perhaps books on The Plague is the WW2 memoir for some?  You can never figure out people from Texas, so don’t even try.  And whatever you do do not bring up Mexican food.
  • The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri – A classic favorite from my Books About People From India Phase, which was followed by a broader Books From Asia Phase.   A great time in my mid-20s, and much clearer to me than than say, my 25th birthday.  Still a lot of question marks surrounding that evening.
  • I Know This Much Is True by Wally Lamb – A bizarre but awesome read, particularly when paired with Guster’s Lost & Gone Forever album on repeat.  The two are inseparable in my mind.
  • The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon – Okay, the one she chose herself, but this is a Win for me since I haven’t read it and will get to borrow it.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Even Mundane Occasions Require Celebration Including Heavy Dinner


I saw the Hunger Games movie this weekend with a group of friends that gave the film mixed reviews.  I think I only liked the movie because I liked the book so much – I definitely didn’t love it, and I doubt I would have even watched it if not for the book.  I also appreciated that it wasn’t as gory as it could have been for a movie about kids killing each other for food.  I think Quentin Tarantino’s take on the story would have been a bit different.

What can I say, I am a sucker for creating occasions so going to see this highly anticipated book nerd movie followed by a dinner of shrimp and grits was fun.  And slightly more notable than say, the Tots Party I attended for the DVD release of Napoleon Dynamite

Everyone is annoyed about this photo being taken.
Even Jed, who is buying a fountain drink.
Just because you won't look at me
doesn't mean the picture isn't being taken.