I cannot write about Sisterhood Everlasting without giving away spoilers – thankfully, Sassymonkey created a Sisterhood Everlasting spoiler thread on BlogHer.com. If you want to hear me rant, click over to that discussion.
I just cannot believe that this is the book Brashares gave us.
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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.)
It’s much harder to write about If You Were Here than I thought it would be. I have some issues with Jen Lancaster and those issues make it hard to write about her writing. Those issues make it a little hard to read her writing too, but I manage it and generally enjoy it because no matter what I might say about Lancaster (don’t worry, I’m not going to say much…) I have to say that she is a pretty darn good writer.
I still read her blog.
Which is why when I happened to pass her newest book sitting on the library shelf, I went ahead and picked it up. I wasn’t sure I would read it (see above Lancaster issues, and my TBR pile is HUGE) but I knew TW would and I knew she would think it was funny and that she doesn’t have Lancaster issues so it would be fine (for her.)
But Friday, after a very long week, I needed something I could laugh about (or at) – Jen Lancaster’s book fit the ticket perfectly. I laughed. (And I cannot imagine anyone who lives in the north suburbs of Chicago NOT laughing.) I snarked about Lancaster a bit in my head, which was fun for me.
We actually ate at the green barn McDonald’s on Saturday as we quite often do and I laughed some more.
I’ve seen the Jake Ryan house and several of the other John Hughes houses. I think I need a John Hughes movie marathon now, too.
I’ve also found the book to be a nice reminder of why I do not really want to buy a house.
And a nice reminder of why I do like Stephenie Meyer and Twilight and why Vampires are better than Zombies (even though I wish it weren’t so.)
The book – funny. Very funny.
Like chick lit – you should read this.
Like John Hughes – you should read this.
Familiar with the north suburbs of Chicago – you should read this.
Like to snark about Twilight – you should read this.
Love home improvement TV – you should read this.
I should also say to Lancaster, should she read this… cut it out with the footnotes. That got really old, really quickly. I mean really really old really really quickly.
I picked up House Arrest because of the title/cover combination. It ended up being not quite what I expected, but that’s not necessarily bad. It was interesting and I enjoyed it – particularly once all of the characters were introduced.
Chad. Gina. -> both storylines/characters felt not quite right, or like there was more there but the more was cut out.
Cults, social justice, medical ethics, computer ethics, parenting, relationships. All in all, nicely done.
Nice, tidy wrapped up ending.
Ugh.
As much as I loved Push… The Kid was something else entirely. Go read my post about it in the BlogHer Book Club: Precious Would Have Been Heartbroken by The Kid.
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.
Last week TW was mumbling about a book creeping her out. I was surprised because not many books creep her out. I’m the one with corn field issues and stuff. Then, we were in the car and a Radiohead song came on. She said, “I’m glad they aren’t playing Creep” which confused me because I like Creep. I could not imagine any circumstance where I would be unhappy to hear Creep on the radio. I shrugged it off and just chalked it up to being a weird TW thing that could not ever really be explained – or understood.
And then I started reading Creep.
I guess I understand why it creeped her out. Though oddly enough, it didn’t really creep me out. No cornfields, I guess. It wasn’t til the end when I figured out why Creep, the song, was on TW’s creeped out list. That… was pretty creepy. Well maybe not creepy, just ugly.
The book was good in a bad things happen to good people (and to sex addicts, as well) kind of way. Nice little twist at the end – we should all remember that homeless people are not STUPID and when they tell you someone is BAD, maybe you should consider the possibility. I’m not creeped out by listening to Creep (I tried it earlier today just to be safe) and I wouldn’t mind reading the sequel because it sure seems like there’s going to be a sequel.
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.
It took me WEEKS to finish Madame Tussaud: A Novel of the French Revolution and it really shouldn’t have. Not with all of the discussions we’ve had this year about this particular era. Or maybe that was part of the problem? I kept hearing Elly talking about Marat and Charlotte Corday and “Let them eat cake” and all of that nonsense, so I was too distracted to read Moran’s version of the events? Nah, that’s not it. That should have made it more fun. I think it was just timing. Timing can be everything with a book like this and I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that I cannot read just prior, during, or immediately following a BlogHer conference. I’m going to just stop trying.
So – Madame Tussaud, kind of loved it. I think I’d like a sequel. Or I think I’d have liked to have had the book stop with the hanging of Robespierre and begin the sequel there. That would have been excellent. Unfortunately that didn’t happen and after the reign of terror, we’re just kind of dumped into the ending. Marie survives reign of terror. Marries asshole. Has three children. Leaves asshole. Goes to England. Does stuff. The end. All in one quick ending.
Poof. After all of that… I wanted more story and less wrapping up. (Oh. I just looked at some reviews of Moran’s books and this is her pattern – and some people who aren’t me also find this troubling. Good, I thought it was just me.)
Otherwise – pretty darn good book, particularly if you have an interest in the Reign of Terror or Madame Tussauds.