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I’ve enjoyed reading other book bloggers’ posts in The Time and Place Book Tag. Bloggers write vignettes explaining the memories and places associated with reading particular books. In Chelsea’s post, she explains, “My life can be told in books, and it is one of the most special things about them.” So friends, here’s my life in books.
The Monster at the End of This Book by Jon Stone
My favorite book as a teeny, bespectacled girl featured Grover from Sesame Street. Although I was quite young, I remember my mother reading the story to me. A growing tension builds as Grover pleads with the reader not to turn the pages. There’s a “scary” monster at the end of the book, after all. My mother would pretend she was terrified of the page-turning, just like Grover, and I would laugh and turn each page defiantly. I still own a worn, cherished copy of the Monster book.
A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving
The first book I read by John Irving was A Prayer for Owen Meany. When I was in high school, I went on my first out-of-town day trip with my boyfriend. We left our tiny town, and we drove nearly two hours to reach a “much bigger” town with double-lane roads, a multi-screen cinema, and a chain bookstore. It rained during the ride. We listening to the single cassette of “Wish I Was Your Lover” over and over. I felt grown-up, so clearly I had to buy an “adult” book to mark the occasion. In the clearance bin at the Coles bookstore, I found a book with an armadillo on its cover. The inside flap revealed it was by the guy who also wrote The World According to Garp. I had seen and loved that weird R-Rated movie and figured this book would be just as strange and as adult-themed as Garp. Little did I know that I’d spend the following weekend tucked in my sister Joe’s basement bedroom (she was attending University at the time) and get lost in this story. I remember reading the ending so vividly. I was sprawled on Joe’s bed. I bawled for what felt like forever. I felt both overwhelmed and uplifted. It was the best thing I had read in all my 17 years. (It might still be the best novel I’ve read in all my 40 years. It’s in a tie at the top of my list with Jane Eyre).
Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
My husband Brian gave me this collection of essays to read when we flew off to Prague to (secretly) get hitched. He had introduced me to Sedaris (and to This American Life). We listened to podcasts featuring the humourist reading to live audiences. I must admit I was too excited to read when we left Canada. So, I read the whole book during our return flight. I laughed out loud a few times. I cried a bit, too. These stories will forever be associated with Brian smiling at my side, fluffy white clouds, and my left hand sporting a new, sparkling ring.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J. K. Rowling
My sister, who taught grade 7 for over a decade, introduced me to the Harry Potter series. She lent me the first three books, and I read them over the span of a couple of weeks shortly before the fourth one was published. I couldn’t wait to read the fifth book, but I would have to wait a while for it to get published. Two years later, and a few days before it hit the bookstores, I had a pregnancy scare. I was four months pregnant and was put on strict bedrest for two weeks. This Harry Potter book helped me remain calm and entertained. I remember being thankful it was over 800 pages long. I spent much of my time reading it while sitting on my old plaid couch near the living room picture window. I didn’t lift a finger during this time. I read, read, and read while my baby got stronger. That December, my healthy daughter weighed 8.14 lbs at birth.
The World Before Us by Aislinn Hunter
I read this gorgeous novel last year. I’d read it early in September during the early morning hours. I was determined to take advantage of the last days of summer by hanging out on the new, cedar deck my husband and father had built together. Reading. Drinking coffee. It was bliss. On one of these mornings, I looked up to see a dozen or more hot air balloons floating above me. I’d forgotten it was The Gatineau Hot Air Balloon Festival that weekend. The balloons often land all over our neighbourhood in parks and farmland. The sky dance was as spectacular as the book. The World Before Us became one of my two favorite reads of 2014 (the other being Sweetland by Michael Crummey).
If you participated in the Place and Time Tag, please share the link with me. I’d love to read your bookish stories. Happy reading!
Sometimes, you just have to keep those little piles of too-read books from accumulating in corners and crooks of your home. Books that were gifted. Books that you bought on a whim. Books you put aside, but desperately want to crack open. Books that were on inter-library-loan waiting lists for months. And months. And months. And are finally here. All. At. Once.
Lately, you need to read with abandon without sticky notes at the ready. Read without writing book reviews. Just because. You need to escape. Go on a reading binge. And binge, binge, binge. Just for a bit. For a couple of weeks.
Then, you’ll have your fill and miss writing reviews. Resurface. Refreshed. And be at the ready for those to-be-published galleys needing to be reviewed in August. All will be well. But for now, you’ll catch up. Chillax. After all, it’s summer.
Reading Rhonda Douglas’ collection of short stories Welcome to the Circus is a VIP experience at a series a of intimate performances: the live fantasy shows in the family-run Porn Emporium, the execution of a famous exotic dancer during WWI, and the confessional of anger-prone God. Sharp, dark humour livened up the dialogue. Lush, poetic phrases dotted the narrative. Always was I surprised by the strange and alluring stories crafted by Douglas.
The standouts? My favorite was “Cancer Oratio” whose different vignettes take the form of a musical composition while the characters come to terms with the fate of their dying friend. And, despite being distracted by several typos in the French text, I loved “Nous and René Levesque”, the story that landed Douglas on 2014 CBC Short Story Prize longlist. It’s a fresh take on different point of views concerning a possible “séparation” of Quebec in years gone by. Although every story is unique in topic and form, each has a lot of heart and memorable characters. I look forward to reading other original, weird, and fiercely smart stories from this author.
*I’d like to thank Freehand Books for sending me a copy of this book.*
Alix Hawley just won the 2015 Amazon.ca First Novel Award for All True Not a Lie in It. It examines the life and trials of Daniel Boone in a new light. And it’s simply wonderful. Congrats to the author! Read my review to learn a little bit more about the book. Rush to your bookstore or library and read it. You’ll be happy you did.
Sweet Nothing: Stories
Mulholland Books, February 2015
In Richard Lange’s new book Sweet Nothing, the reader gets a taste of the less-than-glamorous side of life in Los Angeles, California. This book’s marketed as a collection of thriller short stories, but I don’t think it’s the right label. Lange’s previous book—Angel Baby—was a fast-paced novel of that genre. True, you’ll fly through these tension-filled stories, but not because they are suspenseful thrillers. This collection brings together raw, compelling narratives I’d peg as literary fiction.
In “Instinctive Drowning Response,” a junkie mourns the death of his girlfriend Maryrose. He looks back at their chaotic life as heroin addicts. He blames himself, so “when he finally pops to the surface on a bright fall morning when the tree shadows look like claws grabbing at the sidewalk” he is wretched and thinks, “I can’t come meet you there ever again.” It’s a story filled with grief and guilt with a recurring phrase that jabs under your skin, over and over again.
Blanca witnesses the murder of a toddler by a gang member in “Baby Killer”. She is too scared to report him. After all, when “it comes to the gangs, you take care of yours and let others take care of theirs.” But she can’t stop thinking about it. On top of that, she has problems controlling her uninhibited, disrespectful granddaughter. Something has to give when the nights get hotter and visions of the toddler flash in the darkness.
There are other compelling the stories involving a father-son duo on a rescue mission, an ex-con trying to rebuild his life, and a recovering addict with a night job and a 450-pound roommate. I enjoyed how the vibrant imagery contrasted the dark, yearning undercurrent coursing through these stories. Richard Lange has a knack for creating a growing sense of tension and urgency that keeps you turning pages. At times, his style call to mind that of John Cheever or Joyce Carol Oates. I’d love to read more literary fiction by this perceptive writer.
*I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.*
Hello book blogging friends!
Last night, I won the Century Gothic Award for my book review A Family Unravels: My October by Claire Holden Rothman. Yay! The awards ceremony was held for the graduating class of the Professional Writing program. For a complete list of winners and honorable mentions, check out SPINE Magazine.
Friday is our final day of classes. Next week, I start a six-week field placement with the Government of Canada. Then, I graduate and embark on a new adventure. This has been a great ride. I’ll miss our crazy, close-knit family of writers.
It also means that I’ll have more time to read and write reviews. So, please keep checking in!