Thursday, February 11, 2010

Review: The Summer We Fell Apart by Robin Antalek

The four Haas siblings had anything but a normal childhood, growing up the children of a once famous playwright and a cult actress, mostly neglected as their parents pursued their own dreams and desires. Told in four main sections (a fifth smaller section narrated by their mother closes the book) as Amy, George, Finn and Kate move into adulthood and on with their lives away from the dysfunction that reigned supreme throughout their childhood, the novel illuminates who they have become and why.

Amy wants, more than anything, to be normal and to have a normal life. George is searching for love and the acceptance that no one aside from Amy ever offered him. Kate has shut herself off emotionally and in lieu of a relationship, drives herself through her high-powered legal job. And Finn, the least likely to make waves when they were younger, is drinking himself into an early grave. None of the four is undamaged by their unbringing. But each of the four is also struggling to overcome and to learn the happiness they were never taught as children watching their parents lash out at and destroy each others' lives with carelessness, apathy and disloyalty. Through it all, none of the siblings is capable of severing connections entirely. Each retains a shred of love for their parents and for each other which manifests itself throughout the years covered in the novel in surprising ways.

Although there is no physical abuse, the scars of the characters' early lives are still raw and visible. And that makes this book sad in tone and emotionally draining. And yet, despite this almost despairing sense, there is hope in the fragile family connections they retain and in their developing abilities to make a new, stronger family for themselves amongst those who accept and love them in the end. The writing here is fluid and smoothly sweeps the reader along. The characters, flawed and pitiable as they all are, are entirely sympathetic. We are given more about Amy and George than about Kate and Finn but perhaps their aching for love and normalcy in their lives is more resonant than the workaholism and alcoholism of Kate and Finn would have been. The story was not full of action and fireworks but was quietly emotional and relentless and true to life. And yet there was a lost and wandering, a sense of melancholy to the tale that burrows into the reader, keeping the pages turning in hopes of finding out that these characters find some happiness and sense of peace for themselves in the end.

The final section of the book, narrated by Marilyn, the mother of these four bent not broken siblings, was much more hopeful than the sections narrated by the siblings but it was almost a bit too hopeful given her absence and neglect from their lives to that point. Certainly her remorse at what she recognizes she's had a large hand in doing to her children is earned and their continued slight wariness in her presence feels authentic but without understanding how she has come to face her past transgressions, it seems so different from the rest of the book that it makes a bit of an awkward fit.

A complex stew of modern day family, dysfunctions, and the things that keep us bound, however tenuously, this is a gripping, gut-aching story and one that will keep you thinking long after the last page is turned.

Be sure to visit author Robin Antalek's website to read an excerpt or learn more about the author.

Thanks to TLC Book Tours and Harper Publishing for sending me a review copy of this book.

This review is a part of a TLC Book Tours blog tour.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Twenty Ten Reading Challenge


I've been reading away for this challenge without ever officially signing up. I figure it's about time I remedy that problem and let those of you who are easily corrupted and have a yen for challenges in on what this one is all about. Here's what Bart says about his Twenty Ten Reading Challenge:

The aim is to read a total 20 books, over ten categories, in 2010. (Was this challenge based solely around the name? I’ll let you decide!)

Rules:

Read 2 books from each category, making a requirement of 20 books total.
The categories are intended to be loose guidelines only, if you decide it fits, then it fits. (Apart from those marked **)
Categories marked with ** have tighter rules, and these must be followed.
Each book can only qualify for one category.
Crossovers with other challenges are allowed.
Books read from 01/01/2010 to 31/12/2010 are eligible.
So, on with the categories

Young Adult
Any book classified as young adult or featuring a teenage protagonist counts for this category.

T.B.R. **
Intended to help reduce the old T.B.R. pile. Books for this category must be already residents of your bookshelves as of 1/11/09.

Shiny & New
Bought a book NEW during 2010 from a bookstore, online, or a supermarket? Then it counts for this category. Second-hand books do not count for this one, but, for those on book-buying bans, books bought for you as gifts or won in a giveaway also count!

Bad Blogger’s ***
Books in this category, should be ones you’ve picked up purely on the recommendation of another blogger count for this category (any reviews you post should also link to the post that convinced you give the book ago).
*** Bad Bloggers: Is hosted by Chris of Stuff as Dreams are Made on.

Charity
Support your local charity shops with this category, by picking up books from one of their shops. Again, for those on book-buying bans, books bought for you as gifts also count, as long as they were bought from a charity shop.

New in 2010
This category is for those books newly published in 2010 (whether it be the first time it is has been released, or you had to wait for it to be published in your country, it counts for this one!)

Older Than You
Read two books that were published before you were born, whether that be the day before or 100 years prior!

Win! Win!
Have a couple of books you need to read for another challenge? Then this is the category to use, as long that is, you don’t break the rules of the other challenge by doing so!

Who Are You Again?
This one isn’t just for authors you’ve never read before, this is for those authors you have never even heard of before!

Up to You!
The requirements for this category are up to you! Want to challenge yourself to read some graphic novels? A genre outside your comfort zone? Something completely wild and wacky? Then this is the category to you. The only requirement is that you state it in your sign-up post.


Like I mentioned, I've already been reading away for this one but I hadn't settled on the last category. Now I think I have. Since it's called Up to You!, I do believe I will let you, my readers, choose my final two books. The first two people to leave me suggestions I haven't read yet and already own (this is not a restrictive requirement at all, trust me--just take a gander at my tbr tagged books at LibraryThing where you'll find me under whitreidtan) will have determined the two books I read for this category. The last time I asked for suggestions (which I completely flouted, I might add), more than one person each recommended A Field Guide to Burying Your Parents, The Toss of a Lemon, Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, and King Lear. I mention these for those of you who have no desire to wade through my LibraryThing list. Anyway, recommend away and this time, I will read your suggestions. I have to for the challenge, after all!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Review: Viva Cisco by Patrick Shannon


This trio of children's stories centers on Cisco the Parrot and his sometimes crazy adventures. Cisco lives in Topopootl, an all animal town in a remote Mexican valley where animals dress in clothing, speak freely, and exist most happily without human influence. In the first story in the book, Cisco is the Answer Man at the local library but is unhappy in his job because it doesn't carry the fame he so desperately wants. So he decides that he will find his own fame trying to become a flamenco dancer, a professional wrestler, or set a high flying record. His friends try to dissuade him from his cockamamie ideas but he goes ahead with his escapades anyway only to learn that he needs to find his own strength. The story ends a bit abruptly, hopping immediately into the second story.

In the second story, Cicso would still like to be famous, but not for the mishaps he suffered in the first story. Instead, when it is clear that a thief has come to disturb the peace and steal from the good citizens of Topopootl, Cisco decides to become a PI and collar the criminal. After a false start and crazy accusation, highlighting his lack of impulse control, a hold-over from book one, Cisco actually buckles down to solve the crime and restore goodwill to his town.

The third story finds Cisco feeling fairly happy and enjoying the town's celebration, held every five years, of a festival which has its origins shrouded in the mists of the past. Curious about the history behind this, Cisco finds himself charged with a dangerous journey to bring back the story for all of Topopootl to hear. So he and his friends embark on a dangerous journey that takes them into human territory and ultimately explains the reasons behind the Celebration of the Flowers. This story is longer than the previous two and has more meat to it although with a tad less humor than the others.

The three stories together are cute but the style and tone of writing seems to change with the third story. The subject matter is probably more likely to interest early middle grade readers who might not be able to tackle the vocabulary and the length of the book over all. So the book straddles, a bit uncomfortably, the divide between two different reading audiences. Cisco the Parrot is a bit of a clown and that goofiness should help keep younger readers' attention, even if they are listening to the story rather than reading it independently. I might try handing this off to the early elementary kid who reads beyond his grade level and for whom we have been having a hard time finding appropriate reading material. Could be right up his alley (the brief whiff of potty humor in the final story undoubtedly will entertain him if he holds on that far).

Thanks to the author for sending me a review copy of the book.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Update on the non-resolution for eating and exercise


So I was pretty darn good for the week immediately following my announcement to treat my body better. I did my abbreviated circuit of sit-ups, crunches, and a plank hold at least once a day. I even added push-ups to to the regimen (only ten, wouldn't want to go crazy or anything) and extended the time I hold the plank. The only weight re-alignment from these efforts so far has been when the fat quivers with the strain of the exercise. But it's early days, right?! I didn't get out to run like I intended because almost as if Mother Nature was protecting me from my own dangerous intentions, we had a nasty ice storm that made ice skating a better mode of transportation than anything else. And if I couldn't safely run on the roads because of ice, I sure wasn't getting in the car and driving to the gym on the speed skating tracks that doubled as roads to hop on a treadmill. But running fail aside, I watched what I ate, drank enough water to develop a camel's hump and actually lost 2.2 lbs.

Then disaster struck. My neighbor who is moving next week came over bearing her chocolate chip cake. I am generally not a cake person (not that I don't eat it, mind you, just that it's not my first choice of dessert) but this thing is the best cake evah! She brought one to me when we moved in a year and a half ago and I have been obnoxiously effusive about it ever since. And I can be obnoxious, let me tell you! I mean, I caused the lovely woman to make me a cake instead of packing up her house. As much as this was a kind and thoughtful gesture, I defy anyone who is a compulsive eater to have the best cake ever made in her house and not eat more than her fair share. Yup, I probably gained that lost weight back in one short fifteen minute binge. On the plus side, I forced (ha!) the kids to finish the cake so it wasn't sitting around here tempting me anymore. But that strategy was a little like closing the barn door after the horse has bolted and it's clear that willpower is one of the major hurdles on which I need to concentrate.

Add to the cake a Super Bowl party, and well, I live in fear of the scale on Thursday. My Super Bowl strategy was to make sinful and obnoxious calorie laden goodies that I could force others to eat the majority of, therefore saving myself from out and out gluttony. I'm so thoughtful and generous, aren't I?

Knowing how hideous the last couple of days has been, I took to heart a friend's new mantra: "Exercise is non-negotiable. Get out and run." So I did that this afternoon. I slowed my pace down so could go the full three miles without walking at all and was pleased to find that I didn't slow down nearly as much as I thought I had. On the other hand, I did notice that I must run more while the weather is cold enough to wear tights or pants since they camouflage the thigh jiggling better than shorts, which just ride up into a knot just above the fattest parts of my legs. The pants may make a sound not unlike corduroy about to light itself on fire as I run, but at least they keep the overly elastic flesh hidden. I broke all decent rules of running and wore a cotton t-shirt too. And yes, the rules are there for a reason and I knew that but my handy-dandy long sleeved dri-fit shirts are just a tad too small and snuggish for comfort given the weight gain. I am rarely a fan of peeking at bare skin on someone's belly but I am definitely against it when it is my own dunlop belly (as in it dun lopped over my belt). I might have been 14 or younger the last time I could have rocked that look well (we'll just ignore whatever nonsense I was thinking wearing a bikini in college).

At one point, my trusty, dusty Garmin watch beeped at me to tell me "Weak GPS Signal." I am here to interpret what that really means for you. What the watch wanted to say but didn't have the space for is: "Dear Weak Runner, You are now going so doggoned slowly that the satellite I was using to track you has decided you are a plant and that therefore no tracking is necessary. Either speed up or quit trying to fool us both and just go home with your pride dragging behind you. Love, the Garmin." I know this is what it meant because for once in weeks and weeks and weeks, we had beautiful blue skies, only a few puffy clouds in the sky, and I wasn't blocked in by trees overhead. I was out in the open getting my full on dose of Vitamin D sunshine (which reminds me that I forgot the sunscreen--oops!). So there was no earthly reason for the watch to get snippy with me and pretend it was having trouble locating the satellite. Sarcasm from your equipment is never pretty.

By the end of the run I was cold and sweaty and couldn't find my pulse. I must have had one, right? But coming into my driveway to a murder of crows in the yard and pressing all over my neck in vain hope of feeling at least a faint, reassuring thump was a little surreal. I also noticed that not one person I smiled at while I was running smiled back. Really bad day for people or terrified by the scary rictus trying to pass for a smile as I puffed up and down hills and dales? In any case, the run was slower than usual but it was all at a run and it counts as day one of training again for the half marathon I commited to run with my sister. I know that smoking crack is probably not high on the list for a healthy regimen but I think that's what I was doing when I agreed to run with her.

Now I'm off to do my lame, weak girl push-ups and crunches circuit and then scrounge in the fridge for a healthy lunch of sorts. Too bad there's no chocolate cake left since I'm pretty sure I might have earned myself a sliver today. Perhaps instead I'll have a snitch of the sweet onion dip I made for last night. It's made with low fat cream cheese and light mayo so clearly it's diet food, right?!

In the meantime, have you read this? "Scientists at the University of Bonn have discovered a previously unknown fruit fly gene that controls the metabolism of fat. Larvae in which this gene is defective lose their entire fat reserves. Therefore the researchers called the gene 'schlank' (German for 'slim'). Mammals carry a group of genes that are structurally very similar to 'schlank'. They possibly take on a similar function in the energy metabolism. The scientists therefore have hopes in new medicines with which obesity could be fought. Their research bas been published in 'The EMBO Journal' (doi: 10.1038/emboj.2009.305)." Read the full article here. So what I want to know is if I eat chocolate covered fruit flies, will that help me lose weight and firm up faster than this brutal (but wimpy) exercise regimen. Because, dude, sign me up!

Review: Dog Years by Mark Doty


When I picked this book up, I expected it to be a memoir about Doty's life with his two beloved dogs. I certainly didn't expect it to be a rumination about life and loss and the ways that grief pushes into your life and holds on. But that is indeed, in many ways, what this is. Arden and Beau, the dogs of the title, just offer a central focus for the philosophical musings put forth here by Doty, a poet and memoirist. His relationship with his dogs is the scrim through which he recalls the slow decline and death of his partner from AIDS. And the dogs weave in and around his eventual relationship with his new partner as well.

But there's an interrupted feel to the writing here with chapters dodging and weaving about with no clear sense of timeline. Of course, starting the narrative with Doty's philosophical conception of dogs and language followed swiftly by the death of Beau, it is clear that this will not follow a conventional timeline or a conventional memoir's path. His writing tries a little too hard to capture poetry in prose and in the end ended up alienating me. I am a sucker for animal stories and yet this one elicited very little response, perhaps because it was more about Doty's cumulative losses and his grief than about the dogs. His dogs clearly meant the world to him but the sometimes overly florid writing and the intrusion of so much else detracted from their stories.

Although Doty claims that his dogs helped to lift him from depression and grief, there was very little uplift here, overwhelmed as it was by depressing outpourings on the ephemerality of life and the certitude of loss. As a reader, I needed a more focused narrative, a smoother integration of his life as a gay man both facing the loss of a beloved partner and finding a new love as well as showing more of the concrete, never-wavering love of his animals. Some animal lovers have praised this book highly while others have panned it so I seem to be fairly alone in thinking it was just an okay read. I did struggle a bit with the style and the disjointedness of the narrative but underneath it all, there was some good bone structure. I had just hoped for more out of it than I found.

It's Monday! What Are You Reading This Week?


This meme is newly hosted by Sheila at One Person's Journey Through a World of Books. This was a slower week for me than the rest of the year has been so far but that has meant that I've caught up some on the backlog of reviews without adding too many more to the list. Wouldn't it be great if I managed to read *and* review like a madwoman one week instead of only doing one or the other?

Books I completed this week are:

Viva Cisco by Patrick Shannon
The Summer We Fell Apart by Robin Antalek
The Naked Duke by Sally Mackenzie
Inside the Postal Bus by Michael Barry

Bookmarks are still living in the middle of:

The Far Pavilions by M.M. Kaye
Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens
The Return by Victoria Hislop
The Sexual Life of Catherine M. by Catherine Millet
Great Lakes Nature by Mary Blocksma (this is going to take me all year as I read her year's entries on the corresponding days of this year)

Reviews posted this week:

Miss Hargreaves by Frank Baker
This Lovely Life by Vicki Forman
Openly Bob by Bob Smith
The Wife of His Youth and Other Stories by Charles Chesnutt
Twilight by Stephanie Meyer
Barely a Bride by Rebecca Lee Hagan
A Slant of Sun by Beth Kephart

Books still needing to have reviews written (as opposed to the ones that are simply awaiting posting):

The Summer We Fell Apart by Robin Antalek
The Naked Duke by Sally Mackenzie

Monday Mailbox

Only one book this past week. Think that'll help me catch up on the backlog? Nah...me either. But it's a nice thought anyway! This past week's mailbox arrival:

Undress Me in the Temple of Heaven by Susan Jane Gilman came from Miriam at Hachette for a book tour.
I have drooled over this memoir of Gilman and a friend's desire to trek around the world starting in China since it came out in hardback. It didn't hurt that I thought her Hypocrite in a Pouffy White Dress was darn funny too. I have big expectations for this.

As always, if you'd like to see the marvelous goodies in other people's mailboxes, make sure to visit Marcia at The Printed Page and enjoy seeing how we are all doing our part to keep the USPS and delivery services viable.

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