The Wilder Life

I’m not one of those fanatical Laura Ingalls Wilder fans. I liked the books well enough but I don’t think I’ve read any of them more than once – not like Nancy Drews that I’ve read a million times or the Little Women books that I’ve also read a million times. The books are nice. Laura is nice. The TV, different from the books, also nice enough. But no, I’m not a Laura fangirl.

I’m not sure why I read Melissa Gilbert and Alison Arngrim’s books this year – probably because I saw them on Zandria’s reading list and decided they’d be fun… and they were. I grabbed The Wilder Life because it sounded like it would be even more fun… and when it started slowly and I found myself struggling to finish the first chapter, I got worried.

I think it started slowly because I started it right before the trip to BlogHer Food, Anderson and Gainesville. Not the right time to start such a book. Once I was home, things moved more quickly and I was a lot more interested in the trip Wendy McClure was taking. I kind of thought she was nuts – or I would have if I hadn’t immediately realized what she was looking for in the first place.

What’s really scary is that by the time McClure got to De Smet, I was ready to embark on my only little Laura tour. OK maybe not a whole tour but looking for leeches in Plum Creek and visiting the Ingall’s homestead in South Dakota would be awesome. So awesome that I’m trying to figure out how to make the trip… I really NEED to sleep in a covered wagon.

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The Book of Tomorrow

I love a book with a great cover and The Book of Tomorrow’s cover is awesome. Also, it had a bookmark ribbon. I like that. There should be more books with bookmark ribbons. As for the book itself – I liked it but I wish there’d been a bit more about the magic of the diary. That thing played a big role and it was never really given much attention. Tamara was a great character. So was Sister Ignatius. Heck, Rose was good too – in an evil sort of way. I’m not sure I liked the summary at the end, which explains how Rose got to be who she was. I like a nice wrap up but I don’t think this chapter worked quite as well as the rest of the book.

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Kissing Babies at the Piggly Wiggly

Kissing Babies at the Piggly Wiggly was cute but not as cute as the first book. Probably because the Piggly Wiggly isn’t the Piggly Wiggly any longer so it’s not quite the same, ya know?  I’ll still read the third book but I kind of hope there aren’t any more after that – unless the Piggly Wiggly reopens as a Piggly Wiggly. But I doubt that’s going to happen.

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Girl in Translation

I was super excited to receive Girl in Translation by Jean Kwok as part of the new BlogHer BookClub. You can find my review here: Girl in Translation: The Strong May Choose Their Own Road. You should also check out the other reviews of Girl in Translation that were written by members of the BlogHer community and if you’ve read the book, visit our spoiler discussion to talk about that thing that we aren’t talking about in our reviews. Heh.

It was a great book and I look forward to reading Jean’s next book (which is not a sequel to Kimberly’s story but sounds very, very interesting just the same!)

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Three Cybils

After all of the serious Penguin reading I’ve been doing, I needed a light and easy break. Thankfully, I had three Cybils books on my library cart and those did the trick.

First, I’m fascinated by Zapato Power. I’ve never seen a children’s book quite like it. First, we learn that Freddie and his mom live in an apartment complex where the superintendent works hard to keep things neat and tidy – not like the last place they lived where the big kids wrote nasty words on the walls and nobody cleaned it up. And then we learn that Freddie’s dad was not only in the Army, he DIED while overseas fighting. That never, ever happens in early reader books. Never ever. Bravo, Bravo, Bravo!  I am now a Freddie Ramos fan.

Next, a middle grade graphic novel called Smile. Elly read it last week and said it was SAD. That confused me. I expected it to be funny. She’s right, it was sad. Forget the dental drama – it was the mean girl issue that was sad. And unfortunately, felt pretty accurate.

Last and also least, my dirty little secret comes out. I have never liked “choose your own ending” books. I cringed when I saw Meanwhile on the Cybils shortlist. I tried to be hopeful about it. Maybe a graphic novel version would be something I’d like? Alas. No. It was worse. On the first try… the story ended on the second page. (which was cleverly done, by the way.) On my next try, it ended on the third page – or maybe I got confused and did not follow the tube-y lines properly, which is pretty likely because lord help me I cannot follow those little lines. The third and fourth times, I was more successful but again… I cannot follow those lines. The panels not related to my current path distract me and I found myself completely confused.

None of this means that Meanwhile isn’t a brilliant, awesome book. IT IS. Elly loves it. I am just not hardwired for this kind of thing. I’m just not. Your kids (and you) might be. You should check it out. It’s a very clever idea – and nicely drawn.

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The Bird Sisters

The Bird Sisters was in my Evernote as “reserve this later” – well before later arrived, TW grabbed it from the shelf at the library. I growled a little because I was falling behind on reading and was afraid it would have to go back before I could get to it. And in fact, I ended up returning it late because once I started it, I couldn’t take it back. It was EXCELLENT.

I love Milly & Twiss. I even loved Bette – though it was hard there at the end. Very, very hard.

(And for those keeping track – this one has a wee bit of a lesbian theme tossed in.)

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Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse

I finished Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse several days ago but just haven’t had the time or energy to tell you about it. I still don’t but heck, if I don’t do it soon – I’ll forget. And it isn’t that I didn’t enjoy the book – I did… picture Christopher Moore, Mario Acevedo, and that guy who wrote Sandman Slim… once you’ve got that in your head, strip out the demons, vampires, zombies, talking fruit bats and whaley boys. Oh wait, keep the whaley boys, just picture them as Prius’s and not fish like guys who drive the blue whales, (my Prius’s name is Whaley Boy, in case you’re really confused.) Also, hang onto the sequined love nun. Got that? Now picture a spaghetti western set in a post-apocalyptic United States. Make that the southeastern United States.

That’s Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse.

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Two More Nancy Drews

It’s been a rough week. Pretty much the only thing I had the energy to read was Nancy Drew. Long live Nancy Drew – even though I’ve pretty much decided it’s Nancy Drew that’s to blame for disordered eating and not Barbie. I mean the friendly teasing of Bess is one thing but the downright meanness in the last book, well… it’s a little too much for me. This is one of those situations where Nancy and her friends just don’t stand up to re-reading 35-40 years later.

Even when Bess is the one who’s doing great things in the story – she’s still fat. Not chubby or pleasingly plump – she’s fat. Boo, hiss!

The Phantom of Pine Hill wasn’t as bad about this as The Clue in the Crossword Cipher.

Oh – almost forgot. When I opened The Clue in the Crossword Cipher, a little piece of notepaper popped out with the name and address of someone I don’t remember from my childhood. That seems weird. I need to ask my mom about Kristy (or is it Krissy) Holder. I’m sure I should know who this is… or maybe the notepaper was left over from my sister who may have read some of my Nancy Drews after I moved out? I don’t know. There’s some niggling thing in my head that says I should know who this is. Huh. I just don’t know.

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