Wednesday, July 14, 2010

The Intimidation Factor

Some books are just downright intimidating.  Be it size, subject matter, or something else entirely, some books are infamous for their intimidation factor while others hold their intimidation obscurely.  Size alone isn't the thing that turns my stomach cold--I've read War and Peace and loved it (read Anna Karenina in high school and loved it)--but it's definitely a factor.  1000+ pages is quite a commitment...if you are one of those persons who doesn't quit a book easily.  Of which I am one.

I'm generally intimidated by books that threaten to replace valuable, thought-provoking book reading time with dreadful amounts of long boring boringness.  Let's see if I can come up with a list [in no particular order] of 10 books that intimidate me for The Broke and The Brookish and their Top Ten Tuesday.

1. Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand.  1000+ pages? Check.  Subject matter?  Not so straightforward.  People I know who have recommended it to me? None.

2. Finnegan's Wake, James Joyce.  I want to read James Joyce at some point, but I'm not so excited about the trudging and dissecting and re-reading and analyzing that I fear comes hand in hand with this one...or with Ulysses...hmmm

3. Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov.  Somewhat disturbing subject matter, right?  And honestly...I'm a little worried I'll like it and feel like I shouldn't.

4. Don Quixote, Miguel De Cervantes. Again with the 1000+ pages, but this time let's add in the fact that it was written more than a couple hundred years ago--with a twist of translation on top.

5. Paradise Lost, John Milton.  Great epic poems in their original originality make my ears hear static.  I wish it weren't so, because this is on my shelf TBR.

And then let's add anything by:
6. Johann Wolfgang van Goethe...just an unknown to me--who is he? where do I start?
7. Marcel Proust.  Right.  ditto #6
8. Dante Alighieri.  See #5

And:
9. anything paranormal teen thriller romance-ish
10. anything super sci-fi with characters having weird unpronounceable names

Whew.  Do those even count?  It was a fun exercise, I'll say.  It's made me realize that the thing that intimidates me the most is the fear that a book will be a waste of time, or will otherwise be a drudgery or downright painful.  It'll be interesting to see if that changes in a decade or so when I'm able to reclaim some of my daily allotted time which has currently been requisitioned by my kiddos.  Have you read any of these?  Any advice?

Friday, July 9, 2010

Picking Favorites

Picking favorites is a horrible task that leaves me muddling through poorly organized mental filing cabinets in a frizzy flustered flurry.  (I do love playing with alliteration, but is it my favorite language novelty?  hrmm...I don't know, give me a sec...yeah, I don't know.)  In fact I have such a difficult time in general picking favorites that I've even blogged about it on my family blog: I'm "Favorite" Challenged.

Although, I must admit, it's been fun to see fellow bibliovores try to answer who their favorite author is.  What a question!  I can't narrow it down to one single entrĂ©e, so here is the tasting menu:

Harper Lee--To Kill a Mockingbird, deceptively simple, multi-layered yummy-ness

Betty Smith--A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty" -Keats

Willa Cather--Song of the Lark, I know I'm supposed to say My Antonia, (which was great all around) or Death Comes for the Archbishop (except I haven't read it yet) and I was tempted to say O Pioneers! (which, as my intro to Cather, may always be my first love) but it was Song of the Lark that really touched me--more on that in a day or two.

Jane Austen--Persuasion, although I've never met something of hers that I haven't liked.  Her wit and insight are...well, classic.

Leo Tolstoy--War and Peace, I admit to having a soft spot for gruff looking old men who [I imagine] are just teddy bears inside.  More than that, though, I love how Tolstoy thinks. 

So...who is your favorite?? If you are stopping by on the Book Hop, let me know so I can return your visit!

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Cream of the Crop

No matter how much I read, it's not enough to satisfy the inner book beast.  My literary-tapeworm hungers for MORE!  So, the first six months of this year I read 59 books:  12 nonfiction (I like learning), 18 regular old adult fiction (and some were actually good), 24 junior fiction (I have 4 kiddos.  I'm pre-reading for them.  That's my story and I'm sticking to it), and 4 classics.  Four.  (That is NOT enough, for those of you who may be confused right now.)

So can you guess what the tapeworm is hungry for?  Classics.  That which I don't make enough time for.  Those books that--although I love them dearly, though they receive more 5 stars ratings from me than any other category of books--always fall to the back burner when life gets crazy.  Honestly?  Those are the TBR books taunting me from the shelf.  The others are patient...these classics cry for more attention.  Goal for the next half of 2010?  Make time for more classics.

The best books I've read this year so far, books that I would actually recommend with my whole heart, are:

The Help by Kathryn Stockett.  Everyone else is saying it, why can't I?  Fairly quick to read, great authorial voice, entertaining, AND something to think about.

The Underneath by Kathi Appelt.  Junior Fiction, winner of the Newbery Honor.  I read this book aloud, (consider that if you decide to read it--reading aloud lends itself to a more dramatic, intense experience) to my 11 year-old son, 9 year-old daughter, and 5 year-old daughter (...although it was too intense for her gentle soul and she often left the room.)  There is something different about this book.  I still don't know if I've wrapped my mind around it, but my kids say it's the best book we read aloud all year.

Mansfield Park by Jane Austen.  *sigh*  This was the last remaining book of Jane Austen's published works that I hadn't read.  And may I say it was delightful?  Fanny Price wasn't simpering, pious, and pretentious.  She felt deeply, I believe, and is often misunderstood.  Reminded me most of Sense and Sensibility.

The Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver.  I seriously need to read more of Barabara Kingsolver's books.  The two I've read (this and The Poisonwood Bible) have enchanted me.  Not necessarily in the storytelling, but the writing.  Her writing makes me cry because of its beauty.  There.  It's proven.  I'm a language geek. (See my full review)

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith.  I can't hardly think about this book without wanting to cry.  I wish I'd written it.  It's so beautiful, so real.  I'm thrilled that it's still selling enough copies to be on Target shelves, this is one everybody should read.  (See my full review)

The HelpThe UnderneathMansfield Park (Penguin Classics)The Lacuna: A Novel (P.S.)A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (P.S.)

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Keeper of Books

I love books.  No big surprise, huh?  I love the feel, the smell, the potential.  Books are small dormant packages capable of holding life-changing creativity.  Not to mention that they make fabulous shelf objects.

I love to own books.  I don't feel right unless I have piles of books around me.  Options on how to spend my day; friends beckoning with alluring looks and quiet voices.  I might take my e-reader on vacation, but I still bring a real book (or four) with me to keep me company.  I love to see them on my shelves, smiling down at me--remembering bursts of laughter and silent tears, aloof books inviting me to become a new old friend.

But I don't keep every book I read.  I don't even keep every book I enjoy.  I don't buy books simply to build my library, nor do I keep books to show all I've read.  I scour my shelves once or twice a year, looking for those that are ready for a new home, willing to make space for recent acquisitions.  If I love a book so much that the characters pop into my mind unbidden; if I want everyone I will ever know to have the chance to read it; if I am ridiculously proud that I've read such a ridiculously long book with a ridiculously prestigious reputation written a ridiculously long time ago; or, occasionally, if I think my children may be interested in it at some point when it will no longer be easily accessible at a library; it stays on my shelf.

Unlike my older brother whose book shelf apparently only reflects the books he didn't like enough to pass on.

What do you keep on your shelf?

Friday, July 2, 2010

For the Record: June 2010

With summer underway, I have been spending more time writing and organizing than I typically do during the school year, which has resulted in less pages read.  I still got a fair number of books read (9) but most were fairly quick reads.

51. Stardust, Neil Gaiman (3.5 stars) Stardust is a fast paced story that includes fairies and unicorns, witches, quests, and the moon and stars, all intermixed with a bit of historical reality. It seemed to be quite similar to the movie; a lot of fun.  See my full review.

The Bronze Bow
52. The Bronze Bow, Elizabeth George Speare (4 stars) Junior Fiction that won the Newbery Award in 1962, and is still a great read.  Portraying Jewish culture under Roman rule, this book shows the great contrast that Jesus' message of love brought to a young man filled with hate.

53. Writing Christian Fiction, Ron Benrey (3 stars) I bought this book for two reasons: first, my friend had dared me to write a cheesy Christian historical fiction book; and second, I thought it was hilarious to find a "Complete Idiot's Guide" to something Christian.  I did end up reading it, and although I didn't find much that was really novel (pun intended) it was also a good concise overview of the writing and marketing process.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (P.S.)
54. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith (5 stars) A fabulous book, one of my new forever-favorites. This is definitely one to read over and over again.  I might need a few copies.  It was an achingly beautiful look at growing up in the tenements of Brooklyn, with strong themes of determination and perseverance, family legacy and social class, love and the struggle to define good and bad. Deeply engaging, with amazing characterization and deceptively simple prose, this is a book not to be missed. See my full review.

55. Black Potatoes, Susan Campbell Bartoletti (4.5 stars) A fantastic summary of the five most intense years of the Great Irish Famine, this book also includes many illustrations dating from the period itself. The author does a great job at showing the bleakness and hopelessness of the situation, delivering staggering statistics, while managing to show the hope and courage in various people at the same. This is a great way to get a basic overview of this important time in history. See my full review.

Gods in Alabama56. Gods in Alabama, Joshilyn Jackson (1 star) My disclaimer is this: I don't typically read this genre of book, and I didn't know a single thing about it before reading it (dust jacket was missing, so I didn't even have a synopsis.) I found the characters to be two-dimensional, the writing to be overly done at some points and flat at other points, and the plot unengaging and somewhat predictable. That is not to say that the book is boring, it is quickly paced and spirited, just that the subject matter (heavy & serious) didn't match the writing (lighthearted and jocular), and the result was that I didn't care what happened in the story. Perhaps it would be entertaining if you like to escape into a story you don't have to think about? I can't really say because that's not the reason I read. It's not a book I'd recommend.

57. Keeping the House, Ellen Baker (4 stars) Moving back and forth in time between 1897, the World Wars, and 1950, this is the story of Dolly striving to be the perfect housewife in 1950 while trying to discover the mysterious history of the Mickelson house that has captured her fascination. There were a couple of dull parts, but the characters were interesting, and the story kept me hooked. The bits of advice gleaned from the Ladies' Home Journal and other decades-old publications were a fantastic addition.  See my full review.

The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar
58. In Defense of Food, Michael Pollan (3.5 stars) I haven't read The Omnivore's Dilemma, but much of the information in this book was similar information as Food, Inc. which I'd already seen.  It was fairly quick to read, and interesting information as well, although not necessarily new for me. There were a couple of points where the author contradicted his own advice, funny enough--he admonished readers to take lightly all the scientific research, yet then suggests eating much less meat and promotes Omega-3s.  I guess that's fairly unavoidable, however, and generally speaking this book is worth the read.


59. The Kitchen Boy, Robert Alexander (3 stars) I had high hopes for this book: a short, fictionalized account of the last Tsar's last days.  Most of the book, however, was rather boring to read.  I also felt like I needed to know more of the history to really enjoy the book, which was rather frustrating.

I don't' know if it is unusual for me, or unknowingly typical to have a 5-star book and a 1-star book in the same month, but it felt kind-of funny.  I don't hand out those 5 stars (or the 1 star) very often.  When I look back at the month in review, it looks like I read a fair amount, although it didn't feel like it.  I still have that panicky-I'm-running-behind feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I need to jump into another classic!

Have you read any of these books?  Have a review you want to link?  What did you read this month?

Why Do You Read? Why Do You Blog?

Do you read to learn?  to escape into a different reality?  to be challenged by new thoughts?  maybe to get a glimpse of the written word as an art form?

I've been thinking about this a lot lately because I've had a few experiences that make me feel rather disconnected from others in this area.  Such as the whole Twilight phenomena and other mega-sellers. I think that the sales volume of these hugely popular books goes to show that many people read for the entertainment value alone--not necessarily to think deep thoughts or appreciate the writing quality.  Not that this is bad, (I'm glad people are reading something,) but it's just not why I read.  I read to learn, to think new thoughts and challenge or develop my beliefs.  I read to experience truth and clarity, justice and injustice.  I read to absorb the beauty that materializes when words are thoughtfully put together.


So, what drives you to read?  What makes you pick up a book and not want to put it back down?  What makes a book a 5-star book for you?


For the Book Blog Hop this week (if you've never done this, you should! it's a great way to connect with other bibliovores!) Jennifer said: Tell us your Name, and Why you Started Blogging...so here's me:


I'm Melody, a lover of books since day 1.  I started my family blog to keep all my out-of-town people up to date with the happenings around my house: it was my way of letting go of the guilt of not keeping in contact with everyone while getting to do some writing at the same time (fun!).  I started my book blog so that I wouldn't have to keep boring those people with all my book thoughts.  It's a great way to keep track of my book life and get all my swirling thoughts pinned down on [virtual] paper.  And I'm loving being able to connect with other book blogs out there--thank you, Jennifer for hosting the Book Blog Hop!