I could have sworn I read Hex Hall last year but apparently I only thought I read it – or maybe I started it and never finished it? Whatever – I’ve read it and Demonglass and I’m dying for the next book. I really hated the cliffhanger in Demonglass – what in the heck are they going to do NOW? And where is Jenna?? And… and… and… great series. I just need book three immediately!
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The Kitchen Daughter is about a young woman with Aspergers. She lived with her parents … until they died in a freak accident while on vacation. She’s left with a younger sister who doesn’t think she can live on her own… no friends… no job… she just cooks and when she cooks, sometimes ghosts come to visit. Real ghosts. I mean as real as ghosts can be? You know what I mean, right?
It’s a good book – I wasn’t sure I was going to like it at first, but I definitely did. I even liked the ending. And the cover is fabulous.
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Who could pass up a book titled Bitter Bitch? Not me, that’s for sure – maybe because I am one? And I have good reason to be – so do you. So does the main character – a Swedish woman who rants about the patriarchy more than anyone I’ve ever read.
The book doesn’t always read like a novel – it reads more like a feminist rant that you might find on… well a blog. Or in a women’s studies class. It’s got just enough of novel in it that it doesn’t read like a textbook and that makes it just about perfect for anyone who feels like a good bitter bitch session about the patriarchy.
We picked Patti Smith: 1969-1976 right after Michelle moved back home because it looked fun and interesting and Michelle was in need of fun and interesting. So was I, for that matter. And it was. The pictures were fabulous and the essays at the end of the book, by the photographer, Judy Linn and by Patti Smith made it even more interesting. I had to look at the photos again after I read the essays.
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I almost didn’t read A Good Hard Look. It was one of the books read by folks in the BlogHer Bookclub last month but @Sassymonkey didn’t need me to read it and provide a review – she had all she needed for the program. So. I thought I’d skip it because I was afraid I’d be disappointed.
I’m a Flannery O’Connor fan and a novel that includes Flannery O’Connor as a character scared the holy heck out of me.
But a funny thing happened, I started reading the reviews for A Good Hard Look in the BlogHer Bookclub and I couldn’t NOT read it. I had to see for myself. I figured if it wasn’t working for me within the first 100 pages, I’d just put it down. No harm, no foul (no pun intended…)
But I couldn’t put it down. Even after I finished the first part of the book and everything went horribly wrong in Milledgeville – I couldn’t put it down. And all the way til the end, I found myself thinking Flannery O’Connor would have approved of this book (if someone could have convinced her to read it in the first place, heh.)
I like Alice Walker. I like chickens. Or actually, I think I have learned that I like the idea of Alice Walker and the idea of Chickens. There’s a slight difference and I think it took Walker’s The Chicken Chronicles for me to learn it.
I’ve always been a fan of Walker’s writing but while reading her books or poems, I always find myself troubled by something. Some niggling little something that I shush away because I LIKE ALICE WALKER.
I’ve always been a fan of chickens and I’ve told TW and those kids who want chickens that someday we could have them. But some niggling something about that troubled me. But, I shushed that away too because I LIKE CHICKENS.
So reading The Chicken Chronicles, I have finally decided to those niggling little feelings that something’s not quite right or not quite as wonderful as I might wish. I no longer want chickens. I’d like to visit them. I’d like to babysit a few for awhile. But I don’t think I really want to own them. I’d get attached. They’re messy. No. I’ve decided I don’t really want chickens.
I’ve also decided what it is that has troubled me about Walker – I still like her writing. I still admire her as a woman. I’ll keep reading what she writes. But I don’t think I’ll be overlooking the little things about her that do truly bug me. Like calling herself mommy while writing letters to chickens. That’s totally an Alice Walker thing and that’s fine, it’s who she is. Great. But I don’t really like it. I don’t feel it. I’m not that kind of woman. I’m ok with her being the kind of woman who writes that way, I just don’t have to pretend I like it.
Other than that, The Chicken Chronicles was interesting. I liked it – overlooking the mommy stuff, of course. I liked the idea of her writing to chickens. I like her honesty when it comes to learning how to live with the chickens, how to take care of them, how she didn’t always do the best job or take the best care because she didn’t know. Didn’t understand. Had to learn. That’s really what I like about Walker, that’s what always keeps me overlooking the little things that really bug me about her work. Underneath it all – she’s real and she’s honest and there’s not enough of that in the world.
And I’ve re-subscribed to her blog because I liked the book enough to want to keep reading more of Walker’s letters to her chickens. Check it out at Alice Walker’s Garden. (Thank goodness Agnes of God is ok… the most recent entry scared the holy hell out of me. Not Agnes of God!… )
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I like the American title better than the Canadian… just thought y’all should know that. Home to Woefield is funny. Funny. Funny. Funny. But not stupid funny.
A boy blogger who hasn’t left his house pretty much since he was 17. He blogs heavy metal and celebrity gossip and he has a bit a drinking problem.
An old dude who is a member of a legendary bluegrass music family – but he hasn’t seen is still very famous brother in years.
An 11 year old girl who raises chickens, gets sucked into church, and has a really crummy family life.
A 20 something woman from New York who has always wanted to be a back to the land kind of woman and she just happens to inherit a “farm” on Vancouver Island.
Hah. Funny. Funny. Funny.
@sassymonkey went to BEA and all I got was a really awesome, amazing, unforgettable book (an advanced copy.) WIN for me! (OK I got some other books but this is the first one I’ve read…)
The Night Circus was… Magical. Fabulous. Creepy. Beautiful. Fascinating. Frightening. Overwhelming. Awe-inspiring. A-Freaking-Mazing.
I’m talking about both the book and the Le Cirque des Reves.
This is the kind of book that I want to devour in one sitting. But it’s also the kind of book that I wanted to put down and think about – to really dig into the imagery. I wanted to know how it all ended but I was sorry to see it end. (And it ended so very well, I think.)
This one… might be the best book I read all year.
You should pre-order now. I’m actually wondering whether I’d like it just as well on audio and am considering buying it on audio. That my friends is how much I like this story.
I downloaded Ink Flamingos to my Kindle app, which annoyed TW since she does not like e-books but she does like the Tattoo Shop Mysteries. I couldn’t help it, I really wanted to read it and I think it would be a good book to read in airports and on planes, which it sort of was – I read about half of it during the trip to/from BlogHer 11 (and that’s pretty much the only thing I read for an entire week!)
I really like The Tattoo Shop Mysteries and I mostly like Brett but sometimes I just want to kick her. She’s so awesome and then she does something really stupid – like drink absinthe with a guy she doesn’t even like. What would lead her to make such a stupid mistake? She’s not a stupid woman. Whatever. I got passed that and appreciated the role the flamingo tattoo played in the mystery.
Hmm. Maybe that’s the tattoo I should get… a flamingo, just like Dee’s.
After reading The Beach Trees for the BlogHer Book Club, I decided I needed to read some more books by Karen White – The Memory of Water was the only one I had a chance to read before TW took the others back and it was excellent.
I’m normally a little skittish about books set in Charleston or even around Charleston but this one, set in McClellenville was just right. It made me homesick, as any book about the Lowcountry should. The ending made me a little sad but I think it was the right ending for such a traumatic story.
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