February Books

February proved fairly productive in the book area. I was able to complete 7 books, including 3 classics... not too bad for the shortest month of the year!

My first completed book was Marcus Zusak's I am the Messenger. I completed a book review on Zusak's The Book Thief which was published this month in The Georgia Library Quarterly. This book was published earlier than The Book Thief and I figured I should try it out since I thought the latter so unique and amazing. This book didn't fail me in the least. It's set in Australia (the author's home) and is about an underage taxi driver, Ed Kennedy, who's not doing much with his life other than hanging out with his group of friends and playing cards. His life changes after he sticks up to a criminal during a bank robbery and starts receiving cards (like playing cards) in the mail with directions to locales of people in need of something, whether it be help or violence. With these cards and the duties attached to them, he is forced to make something of his life. The story is heartfelt, but has really humorous and sad points in it that don't make the book sappy. I hate sap. Zusak is one of my favorite modern writers and I highly recommend both I am the Messenger and The Book Thief to anybody.

My second February read was Stella Gibbons' Cold Comfort Farm. Gibbons wrote the novel in response to all of the romantic "farm" novels of the time (Thomas Hardy, etc.) with each rural character representing some doom-laden problem with these novels. Flora Poste comes to stay with her cousins, the Starkadders, when her parents die. With the help of her book, The Higher Common Sense, she is able to solve each family member's problems, including the dreaded Aunt Ada Doom, and bring them all into the 20th century. I thought this book was great, although I imagined all of the rural characters with accents from the American south rather than some rural form of British. Oops! While I do enjoy the rural doom in the Thomas Hardy's books, this was a good novel to sort of set things in perspective for me. It's easier for me to move on to another genre than it was in the 1930s when this was published. I can see how as a writer, Gibbons got sick of seeing the same stuff over and over again.

The lightest read this February for me was Jerry Spinelli's sequel to Stargirl, called Love, Stargirl. This book is in diary form and is written by Stargirl, a sort of modern hippy girl who is living in Pennsylvania after her first attempt at attending public school in Arizona (she is home schooled.) The diary doubles as separate letters to her ex-boyfriend in Arizona, Leo, who had some issues accepting Stargirl for who she was and readily encouraged her to be normal Susan (her birth name.) I read the sequel because Spinelli creates such vivid and engaging characters with phobias and issues that one sees in real life. Stargirl is a little too "good" for me, and perhaps that's why this wasn't my favorite read of the month or why teens don't flock to these books as much like they do Twilight, etc. but I enjoyed the sequel and will likely read any more that come out. Spinelli is one of those classic Children's/YA authors that still writes just as relevant books today as he did with Maniac Magee from my childhood.

My first re-read of the year is none other than the classic Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. I first read it in high school as a requirement for AP English and hated it. The only part I remember even enjoying was the showdown between Elizabeth and Lady Catherine de Bourgh. I remember doing horribly on the exam and failed to see the pleasure when my teacher crowned me Miss Elizabeth Bennet at the Pride and Prejudice ball. A few years ago, I decided to give Austen another chance after watching the movies and finally started reading other Austen novels. I fell in love with them and subsequently fell in love with Pride and Prejudice after a rocky start. So far (I still have Emma and Persuasion to go) this is my favorite novel. Who doesn't love Elizabeth Bennet, who is so witty and stubborn? Or who hasn't fallen in love with Mr. Darcy? Now, you won't catch me reading any spin off novels, mainly because I don't believe in messing with the original. I have come to appreciate the movie adaptations though, and will always picture Colin Firth as Darcy in my head.

I dove from Regency England straight into Victorian England with the first of the Sally Lockhart quartet by Philip Pullman. Anybody who reads this blog knows I loved "His Dark Materials." This series is less fantasy and a lot more mystery. In The Ruby in the Smoke, Sally Lockhart is a 16 year old orphan who is remarkably beautiful and not classically educated (she can shoot a gun and knows all about finance though.) After her father's mysterious death, she receives an interesting message written in a childlike hand. The message is a warning, but she has to investigate further to really understand it. Sally comes to find out that she is entangled in a mess of deceit and trickery because of a ruby in which she is connected. I loved this book. It's full of Victorian goodness complete with opium, the beginnings of photography, sensation novels, evil women, and stolen goods. These novels aren't anything like "His Dark Materials" but they definitely hold their own. My parents actually introduced me to this series. I'm glad that we can find a few things in common to read.

As you can likely tell by now, I'm staggering this Pullman series with Jane Austen. After Pride and Prejudice I moved onto Mansfield Park. This is arguably one of the least favorites amongst her readers. People still like the novel, but it doesn't seem to have the magic of say Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility. I enjoyed the story a lot in this novel. I mean, by today's standards, it's weird to have a protagonist, or anybody for that matter, marry their cousin, but things were different in the early 1800s. I also believe that Edmund and Mary as well as Fanny and Henry would have done well as couples, but for the follies of the Crawfords. I can deal with Fanny more than some people, but she does seem to cry a bit too much. I would rank Mansfield in the same position as Northanger Abbey as my two least Austen favorites, although I still like them both. It's like saying I like cake less than pie, but hey, it's still dessert! Again, I still have two novels and the incomplete stuff to read and will be able to give a better overall evaluation of Jane Austen in next month's reviews.

Just today I was able to finish the second of the "Sally Lockhart" series, The Shadow in the North. Sally is 22 in this novel and has even gone into business herself as a financial consultant. She has a big Irish Wolfhound, Chaka, and continues relationships with characters from The Ruby in the Smoke. When a woman client loses all of her investments in a certain company, Sally and her friends begin to investigate and are again, entangled in quite a mess. This book was a bit more heart wrenching than the first mainly because it's so easy to get attached to Philip Pullman's characters. Sally is fierce and independent, which was fairly unheard of at the time, but there had to be some women out there in real life attempting to do the same thing to make it better for the next generation. Sadly, I suspect these real-life women didn't have as great of a support base as Sally does (although he does paint the picture of a general prejudice against women in Sally's position.) Regardless, I'm excited to read the third book The Tiger in the Well next month.

March books should prove exciting. I have more Austen and Pullman to complete and if I get around to it, some Agatha Christie. Sadly, March is going to be free of American authors, but I seem to prefer the Brits anyways, so it's no loss to me!

Taxi!

This past weekend marked our annual girls trip to Chicago. I go once a year with some girls/women from the family (there are plenty of us) mainly to eat good food and to watch my aunts shop. This year marks both my mom and I's possibly last time as Jon and I will be in New Zealand next February and my mom finds the trip more of a hassle than it's worth, which is true in some senses.

I don't think I can ever recall a time that I have wanted to live in the city. I've always found beauty in the grass and trees, and valued peace and quiet, which is lacking these days even in suburbia. This trip, more so than the past visits, has definitely solidified this feeling of mine. I love visiting cities because they are so full of culture, but I don't ever see myself living in one. Two angry run-ins with cab drivers, and might I add they were completely out of our control, only amplified this urge to get back home this Sunday. Luckily my mom and I got on an early flight and were home by early Sunday afternoon.

There were some positives about the weekend. The weather was much nicer to us this year. We were actually able to walk around in 30 something degree weather. The Chicago area and the Midwest in general is somewhat depressing in the winter and the only word I can use to describe it is "gray." It was still gray, but the warmer than expected weather sure helped our visit. The best part was being with family and hearing about why Hillary Clinton is supposedly the best candidate for president (I somehow wasn't persuaded, but it's interesting to see how people's political beliefs change from region to region) and how my aunt wants to Martha-ize homeless shelters to inspire beauty in people's lives. It was a weekend of ranting for my mom and I as we were able to get some things off our chests and blab to neutral parties. The hotel also served loose tea which proved to be our savior the entire weekend.

Right now I'm attempting to get through the work week and basking in the glory of being able to do the main portion of my job again, acquisitions. I'm going to miss this place when I leave because the overwhelming amount of sarcasm among the employees is both comforting and makes everyday a little bit easier. I can only hope for half as cool colleagues in Colorado.

I should write my February book round-up on Friday. I'm waiting to see if I can get through the second book in Philip Pullmans Sally Lockhart series.

Get Excited!

Countdown 'till March and leaving behind another February:

9 Days

I'm off to Chicago tomorrow morning until Sunday. I'm going to try to post my February books wrap-up next week sometime because I'm going to Colorado next weekend for 9 days (and Jon doesn't have internet for me to post anything.)

I'm excited about my blog not being pink anymore, some hopefully warmer weather, the possibility of feeling up to par again, and for it to be one month closer to moving!

Random Fever

I'm hanging in there. I called in sick today for the first time since I've worked at Brenau (I've left work early, but have never called in.) I got a sore throat Monday while I was still in Colorado, which resulted in a feverish yucky night (I will spare you all details) that tested my husband-to-be on his nurturing skills. Luckily he scored well. Somehow I managed to get on a plane on Tuesday, which I guess a lot of people do as the plane is likely where I acquired the sickness, and did not have to sit next to anybody. I haven't had a fever since Monday, but I've been dealing with knives in my throat and stomach aches ever since. I rarely get sick like this, so it's almost amusing to watch how much of a baby I am when dealing with everything.

Today was spent watching the Colin Firth Pride and Prejudice which was nice considering that I also finished the book today. I loved it this time much more than my first reading 9 years ago. I also made Jon watch the 2005 Hollywood version this weekend (yes, I am one of the only ones who actually likes that version.) I was supposed to start The Kite Runner today, but I just couldn't bring myself to read beyond the first page, and moved on to Philip Pullman's Sally Lockhart series. I am really excited for the trilogy because Billie Piper plays the lead in the movie/tv (I can't remember) adaptations that have been completed so far. I think I'll return to Hosseini over the summer when it's warm outside and I can be less depressed. Plus, there are too many good classics and YA books to read right now.

In other news, Jon and I discovered via his/our friends Josh and Gretchen a yummy martini* bar right across from what is my current favorite restaurant in Fort Collins. The restaurant serves the best sushi I've tasted thus far and you can't even taste the alcohol in the martinis across the street. We tried a key lime pie and a cream sickle (I am strangely reminded of another cream sickle now that I think about it) that tasted just like their namesakes. These two places are located minutes from an awesome bath shop loaded with many different kinds of fancy bubble bath (one of my weaknesses) in downtown Fort Collins. These places are going to suck my wallet dry if I'm not careful. Can I express how much I can't wait to live in a college town again?

*by martini I mean some flavored liqueur with cream and other bad-for-you, but oh-so-great tasting additives

January Books

I've decided to give a monthly wrap-up on all of the books I complete. I'm hoping to keep this up, so I will be able to write a decent end of the year review on my favorites of 2008.

I was able to complete 6 books in the month of January. I enjoyed reading them all.

My first completion was the final chapter in the Gemma Doyle Trilogy, The Sweet Far Thing. Each book in the trilogy is full of the supernatural and each has managed to give me the creeps (I still come back crawling for more though.) If you like Victorian English boarding school novels, then you should definitely give this trilogy a try. The author Libba Bray is American, but she completed extensive research before writing the books. The books are also full of things that teens love, like forbidden love, religious fanaticism, good vs. evil, self-realization, fantasy, and even some LGBT examples. This book in particular is her longest and does NOT disappoint, with the horrors that are the Realms and the Winterlands. This trilogy is one of my favorite current YA reads and has been since she first published A Great and Terrible Beauty.

I'm not too sure how I escaped my girlhood without reading Louisa May Alcott's Little Women. I remember watching the Winona Rider movie version in my early teens and loved it (Angela of My So Called Life dies! What???) Event though I enjoyed the movie, I never picked up the book on my own, and it was never incorporated into my elementary or middle grades educations. Now, about 12 or so years later, I've remedied this rite of passage. A lot of people aren't too fond of the book, but I really enjoyed reading it. I think all girls find they can identify with one of the March sisters. I feel like a combination between Meg, Jo, and Amy myself. Like most people, I cried when Beth died, and was really happy when Laurie realized he loved Amy and vice versa. Overall it is a great girl book and I'm happy that I've finally read it.

My third January completion was the recent National Book Award winner, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie. I was first introduced to Sherman Alexie in college when I had to watch the movie Smoke Signals in a surprisingly interesting multi-cultural comparative literature class (the only non-French literature class I took in college.) Alexie is an extremely engaging writer (on screen and on paper) and he's really done a superb job on his debut YA novel/memoir. The story is about a nerdy 14 year old reservation Indian Arnold Spirit who decides to go to a white high school in a nearby town. It documents all of the new people he meets (popular and nerdy,) while he experiences prejudices on the reservation. I was completely moved by the story and all of the pain (physical and emotional) he endures, while simultaneously laughing because he adds so much humor to the pages. Any book that mentions (from a nerdy character of course) getting metaphorical boners from good books is worth a try! Sherman Alexie is very deserving of the National Book Award for this book in 2007.

I was very excited to read my first E. M. Forster novel, A Room With a View. Out of all of the cities in Italy, Florence has always been least desirable (well, in my mind, as I have yet to visit) to me until now. My favorite scenes were definitely when the women catch the three men at the pond, and of course the first kiss scene between George and Lucy in Italy. The elopement is terribly romantic and I know I'm not the only one who is thankful when Cecil is out of the picture. Edwardian England was an interesting era, as there were many different viewpoints, particularly from women, emerging and Forster does a great job conveying this. I've heard good things about the movie as well, so I'll have to give it a try. It won something like 3 Oscars and Helena Bonham Carter plays Lucy (a far cry from Bellatrix!) so it should be an interesting viewing.

If I begin the month with the supernatural, then I must end the month with the supernatural...

Jane-Emily is a classic ghost story published circa 30 years ago and written by Patricia Clapp. A young woman and her orphaned niece, Jane, are invited to Jane's paternal grandmother's house for the summer. The more Jane and her aunt learn about Emily, another of Jane's aunts, who was insufferable to the point of being evil and who died at a young age, the more the two begin to think that the house and people of the house are being haunted. The story is a quick, but powerful read--enough to freak me out about reflection balls, doll houses, and children who are way too spoiled. I made my mom read this book and she loved it as well. I think I'm a big fan of ghost stories, but feel that they should only be read during fall and winter to get the most out of them. There's something about the cold weather and shorter days that makes scary books even more frightening.

My last completed book of January was The Woman in Black by Susan Hill. This is another, and more frightening, ghost story written in 1983. The main character, Arthur Kipps, is a solicitor who is sent to a small town on the eastern coast of England to settle the affairs of the recluse and now deceased Alice Drablow, who lived in Eel March House on, you guessed it, the marshes. Kipps decides to stay at Eel March House despite a series of conversations with locals who seem to avoid the subject of Drablow and the house with a shudder, and a couple of viewings of of a mysterious woman dressed in black with a decayed, wasted face. What occurs while he stays at the house is very frightening. There is something very creepy about quicksand (thinking back to Wilkie Collins' The Moonstone.) What a horribly scary situation it would be to get stuck and slowly or quickly sink to your death. The book is sad, but a very good read, mainly because of the fright factor. My mom also read this (I've been feeding her the supernatural lately for some reason) and enjoyed it as well. I've seen mixed reviews of this story, so I'm glad I ended up liking it.

February promises some good reads as well. I've already finished another fantastic Marcus Zusak book, I'm reading the humorous Cold Comfort Farm right now, and will soon get into the rest of the Austen novels. I'm very excited about being able to critique the Masterpiece Theatre versions that were debuted in January.