Posted by: Eva on: December 11, 2009
Now I’ve told y’all that I’m a challenge addict.
And A Novel Challenge is going to be the death of me! These are all the challenges I’ve heard about that are starting next year and look wonderful, but if some new ones suddenly show up, I’m not going to rule them out.
And in my defense, I usually end up finishing all my reading challenges! So, um, don’t judge me! lol
To jump to a specific challenge:
Art History Challenge 2010
The Colorful Reading Challenge 2010
The Complete Booker Challenge 2010
The Flashback Challenge
Horns and Halos Reading Challenge
Rainbow Connection Reading Challenge
Read the Book See the Movie Challenge
Reading Through the Seasons 2010
Science Book Challenge 2010
The Terry Pratchett Challenge 2010
What’s in a Name? 3 Challenge
The Terry Pratchett Challenge 2010
Marg of Reading Adventures is hosting the Terry Pratchett Challenge 2010. It began on December 1st and runs until November 30, 2010, and Marg is offering participants a variety of levels. I’m planning on becoming a member of Granny Weatherwax’s Coven by reading 9-10 books; I’ve been meaning to get into the Discworld series and another trilogy was recommended to me. Thanks to this handy chart I learned which books are about the witches and Death, the two characters I’m interested in, so here are the books I’ll be reading from:
The Flashback Challenge
Aarti is hosting the Flashback Challenge, which is about rereading books and runs during all of 2010. I’m going for the literati level, which has me rereading at least seven books. These are the ones I’m rereading for sure; I hope to reread more than seven during the year, starting w/ books I enjoyed in elementary school, then high school, and finally ‘adulthood’:
Reading Through the Seasons 2010
Book Dragon’s Lair is hosting the second round of the Reading Through the Seasons challenge. It runs all year, and participants need to read four books, each one with a different season in the title. My choices:
Horns and Halos Reading Challenge
Aimee of My Fluttering Heart is hosting the Horns and Halos Reading Challenge. Participants will read books with angels and/or demons throughout 2010. I can pick the number of books I want to read, but I have to pick a level based on whether I’ll be reading more angelic or demonic books (isn’t this fun?). I read two books about angels this year, and I enjoyed seeing how the authors handled them, so I’m curious to read more! I’m committing to four books, and I have a pretty even balance of angel/demon books, so right now I”ll be at the Garden of Eden. But those levels can change depending on where your reading goes, so we’ll see if I end up in Heaven or Hell! ![]()
Pool:
What’s in a Name? 3 Challenge
The wonderful Annie (and how could you help being wonderful with a mother like Debi?) has passed the torch on to Beth F for the third round of this challenge. It lasts all year and asks readers to read books whose titles have words that match up with six categories: food, body of water, title (i.e. Lady), plant, place name, and musical term. I made a big list of authors I want to read more of, checked out the titles that my library has available, and matched up ones that fit the categories. So here’s my pool, and you’ll probably see authors repeat themselves…
Food
Body of Water
Title
Plant
Place Name
Music Term
The Science Book Challenge 2010
Jeff is hosting the third round of the Science Book Challenge, one of my favourite challenges!
He has a great intro page (just follow my link), but essentially participants read three nonfiction science books during 2010 related to the theme “Nature & Science.” You gotta admit, that’s a pretty broad theme! Last year, I put together a huge list of science books that looked wonderful, and of course I didn’t get to read them all, so I’m recycling most of them for this year. I have added some new ones, especially under the animals and plants sections. This year, I committed to reading one science book a month, so twelve in total, and I’d like to renew that pledge for 2010. That’s why I need lots of options!
Animals
Plants
Chemicals
Skies
General Nature-y Stuff
The Art History Reading Challenge 2010
The Art History Challenge surprised me with some of my favourite reads this year, so I was happy to see that’s back for another round in 2010. The host has changed to NomadReader but the blog remains the same. There have been a few changes to the rules too: you can pick a participation level varying from 3 to 12 books, either fiction or nonfiction. I’m starting at the Fascinated level, which requires six books throughout the year, but I might end up at the Utterly Enchanted one: I have quite a yummy pool to select from! There’s a token novel, which I listed first, and the rest are nonfiction.
The Read the Book See the Movie Challenge
CB’s hosting his first challenge!
Of course I knew I’d participate, and he’s selected a great theme, which is pretty obvious from the name.
Read all the details, including the fun level names, in his intro post. I ran into a problem thinking about my list for this challenge…I’ve seen some great movies based on books I’ve yet to read (My Family and Other Animals is at the top of that list) and read some books that have interesting-sounding movies based on them (Remains of the Day, anyone?, but I can’t think of many book-movie pairs that I haven’t read/seen. So for now, I’m sticking with the Matinee level, which only requires one book/movie: 84, Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff. But if y’all have favourite book/movie combos, feel free to suggest away. Perhaps I’ll upgrade my participation!
The Colorful Reading Challenge 2010
Rebecca of Lost in Books is hosting the second round of the Colorful Reading Challenge. The goal is to read nine books with nine different colours in the title, and participants have all of 2010 to do it. I’ve chosen nine plus two alternates:
Alt:
Rainbow Connection Reading Challenge
Sue Fitz is hosting her first challenge, the Rainbow Connection Reading Challenge. It runs from January 1st to June 30th of next year, and involves reading books based on those ol’ rainbow letters: ROY G. BIV. I’m choosing the double-run, so I’ll be doing one based on titles and one based on author last names. And all the books I chose are by authors of colour.
Title:
Author:
The Complete Booker Challenge 2010
There’s a Complete Booker Challenge that runs throughout 2010 and allows you to enjoy some Booker novels at various levels of participation. I’m going for the Winners Circle, which has me reading at least six winners (I’ve already read nine in the past without intending to read them, so it seems I have a taste for those Bookers). I’ve got a pool of nine that look good:
Posted by: Eva on: December 11, 2009
I feel like doing a Raych-style post, but even in my current sleep-deprived state I know that I would fail miserably! So, instead you just get bullets.
**I am DETERMINED to do a Sunday Salon this week! Must review books. Debating whether to try to do the thematic posts that I had planned (and then failed to execute-why can’t I write posts in my sleep?!), or just throw in the towel and give them all shortie reviews. I feel like January 1st is breathing down my neck, saying you MUST have all reviews done by then! Or else…um…well, something awful will happen. Anyway, I think I’ll try to do a post about my latest Women Unbound reads (have I mentioned I finished the suffragette level-8 books-just in the month of November?! I am Woman, hear me roar) and the Spice of Life Challenge, which I’ve been good at reading for and pitiful at reviewing for.
**Since I’ve had almost no time to read Friday (weekend=whirlwind trip to TX and since Monday I’ve been hanging out w/ my three-year-old niece 12+ hours a day…and have I mentioned it’s like insanely cold here…so cold that the LIBRARY CLOSED ITSELF without telling me or my niece, who dashed through the three degree farenheit temperature to visit that beloved place only to be rebuffed?!), I’ve switched from reading a rotation of books to just one at a time. It’s fun to change things up a bit!
**I’m like 70 pages from the end of Someone Knows My Name by Lawrence Hill (aka The Book of Negroes, which is a MUCH cooler title, imo). I only started it this morning, but my poor niece had a bit of a fever and was really tired, so we spent much of the day watching movies, which allowed me to read almost 500 pages! It is SO good, it’s managed to exceed all of my super-high expectations! Love it to death.
**Please don’t judge my child-rearing skills based on that last thing. Every other day, the niece and I have done all sorts of fun crafts and games and brain-stimulating things. But um, when she’s too tired to do anything other than read, play Cootie, and watch movies, and all she wants for lunch is plain white rice, I figure it’s a good time for a day off. Plus, Barbie: Swan Lake is educational…right?! It’s based on a ballet!
Oh, and her new favourite book is The Very Sleepy Alphabet…it comes highly recommended by both of us. I’ve read it at least twenty times since Saturday, and I haven’t gone insane yet, which is pretty impressive for a picture book. So if you too know a toddler who loves to show off their new alphabet knowledge, you might want to mention it to Santa!
**I’m in ‘frozen blogger in the headlights’ mode, which is what always happens when I skip a few days and feel that I’ll never get back into the routine again. That’s why I’m posting this actually. Must work through block. My google reader isn’t quite as bad as I expected…234 unread posts from almost a week. I’ve been visiting a lot of blogs via commentators on my posts lately rather than via a reader, so that explains that. I’m also fighting a feeling of blogging burnout or, dare I say it?, ennui. I think we all go through phases like that though.
**I read my first ‘backwards’ manga on my flight on Saturday: Emma, Volume One by Kaori Mori. I actually have quite a few manga out from the library right now (eek! just realised I have to catch up w/ my Library Loot too! am feeling even more overwhelmed), mainly because I have the next four volumes of Sandman thanks to Absolute Sandman Vol. Two and I need to make sure my international white/poc author ratio stays even. But I’m glad to have an inspiration to try out more Japanese graphic authors-Understanding Comics commented on some fascinating differences between Japanese and American style art that made me super curious. Anyway, I found it hilarious to read it from right to left, although it took me three-quarters of the book to consistently remember in which order I should look at the panels. I’m such a graphic books novice!
**I’m currently stalking my library’s new ILL system, which allows me to track my requests. At the beginning of last month, I asked for Song of Night by Chris Abani-I need it to finish the What’s in a Name? 2 Challenge, which I chose all books by African authors for (and hence, it’s a bit difficult to sub a book last-minute). And yet, it took them OVER TWO WEEKS to submit it, while my other request was submitted the same day. What gives, library? I will throw a hissy fit if it doesn’t arrive in time for me to read it before December 31st. Anyone else know a book by an African author with a ‘time of day’ in the title that isn’t ridiculously obscure?!
**I think I might be joining a billion challenges. I’ve got one huge post, that I’ll probably be publishing later today (must fix a few formatting issues, and add a couple more), and I’ve afraid to see just how many I’ve included! lol But at the same time, I’m super-excited.
I’ve adopted a new overarching ‘goal’ for my reading next year, which I will discuss more later. But yeah, my challenge book selections definitely reflect that goal!
**I have to go to sleep. I have my fingers crossed my niece will sleep in tomorrow, but just in case, I can’t be too much of a zombie! But I miss you all. And I will catch up with you soon.
In the meantime, any suggestions for avoiding blogging freak out/disenchantment/etc. would be much appreciated.
Posted by: Eva on: December 9, 2009
Library Loot is a weekly event co-hosted by myself and Marg that encourages bloggers to share the books they’ve checked out from the library. If you’d like to participate, just write up your post-feel free to steal the button-and link it using the Mr. Linky any time during the week. And of course check out what other participants are getting from their libraries!
I am such a ditz sometimes! All day I thought that it was Tuesday, and I’ve been too busy to check my e-mail (I’ve disappeared from the blogosphere because I went down to TX to pick up my niece and once I got back home, it’s been just the two of us for the last few days, because my parents are on their 25th wedding anniversary trip). So imagine my chagrin when I finally got on the computer, realised that today was Wednesday, and I was doing the Mr. Linky Library Loot this week! So sorry about anyone who was chomping at the bit to share their loot.
I picked up a big batch from the library before I went to TX, but I haven’t had time to do a vlog/covers/links, etc. My parents get back tonight, so hopefully in the next couple days I’ll get back into the groove of blogging. So yeah, that’s my rambly way of saying I’m sorry for the delay and my own loot should be up soon.
Posted by: Eva on: December 4, 2009
As part of Rebecca and Heather’s Really Old Classics Challenge, I recently finished up two books published pre-1600. They were both fabulous, and they made me want to read a lot more books from medieval and ancient times.
Arabian Nights trans by Hussein Haddawy
I started reading Arabian Nights back in the summer. I wrote a nerdtastically long and detailed post about the edition I read, which I can’t recommend highly enough. I read the first 350 pages in the next couple weeks and then managed to lose my book. I finally found it last month but shiny library books kept distracting me. So I finally picked it up again a few days ago and finished up those last 150 pages. So I feel a bit bad counting this towards the Really Old Classics ‘extra credit’ level, the Classicist Certification. But for now at least, I’m going to.
But y’all want to know about the book itself, not me! Let me tell you, it is a wonderful ride, all about the plot and the stories. There are djinns and princesses from the sea and lots of royalty and slave girls amd merchants. There’s love and sex and betrayal and thievery and evilness and revenge and rewards for the just. Some of the stories are nested together, which is great fun, and it’s not that difficult to follow the structure (especially since my edition had the current story’s title printed up top on the righthand side pages). I seriously loved this book: I loved being transported to the streets of old Baghdad or Cairo or to somewhere in the desert. Almost all of the stories had my attention, and while the characters have that stock feel of all fairy tales, I still enjoyed them. This edition only has three hundred something of the nights; I hope that Haddawy decides to translate the rest eventually. I’d highly recommend this to anyone who loves fairy tales or is curious about ancient Middle East culture. And definitely, definitely choose the Haddawy translation.
“Sir Gawain and the Green Knight” trans. by Simon Armitage
I read “Sir Gawain and the Green Knight” for the first time when I was ten. My mom was in a lit class, and she came into my room all excited one night about a wonderful story that I had to read. So we curled up with her Norton Anthology, and I was immediately enthralled. It’s a wonderful story, with ghosts and chivalric knights and a test of true courage. I reread it from that same anthology in high school and it still had that old magic. I’ve never forgotten all of the details, and I knew that I had to put it on my Really Old Classics list for a good reread. This time around, I decided to try out a new translation, by Simon Armitage. Isn’t that cover marvelous? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Armitage is a poet, and as he explained in the introduction, in the original the poem is all about alliteration. Alliteration was to the Germanic languages what end-rhyme was to the Romantic ones, so it’s pretty essential to the poem itself. Armitage decided to prioritise that alliteration: the result is a delicious rendition that just begs the reader to read aloud. I read the whole thing to myself (the edition I read was 150 pages long, but it’s got the original on the left pages and Armitage’s translation on the right, so it’s not as long as it seems)! It’s got a little bit of a Dr. Seuss for grown-ups feel to it, with the word play, but of course the story itself has an actual plot. Anyway, here’s a passage that ends with one of my favourite lines from the whole poem, when we meet the Green Knight:
Amazement seized their minds,
no soul had ever seen
a knight of such a kind-
entirely emerald green.And his gear and garments were green as well:
a tight fitting tunic, tailored to his torso,
and a cloak to cover him, the cloth fully lined
with smoothly shorn fur clearly showing, and faced
with all-white ermine, as was the hood,
worn shawled on his shoulders, shucked from his head.
On his lower limbs his leggings were also green,
wrapped closely round his calves and his sparkling spurs
were green-gold, strapped with stripy silk,
and were set on his stockings, for this stranger was shoeless.
In all vestments he revealed himself veritably verdant!
For those who want to know about the actual story, Arthur and his knights are feasting in Camelot, celebrating Christmas and New Year’s, when this giant green (i.e.: his skin and hair too) knight appears. He challenges one of Arthur’s circle to take one swing at his neck with a huge axe and then appear in a year for the Green Knight to return the favour. Sir Gawain accepts the challenge, needless to say the Green Knight doesn’t die, and most of the book is devoted to Gawain’s quest to find the Green Knight. But that makes it sound so much more static than it is! It’s a total adventure story, but at the same time it has a sophistication to it, with its examination of true courage. I promise that once you’ve read the story, you’ll never forget the characters. And with Armitage’s translation, you’ll never forget the words either. I really want a copy of this for myself and my mom; it’s a translation to savour. I highly recommend this to everyone, especially anyone who loves knights or ghost stories or enjoying a different style Arthur story! And since it takes place around Christmas, it would be a wonderful new holiday tradition.
Posted by: Eva on: December 3, 2009
I find myself again wanting to review books in order to take my mind off other things. So today, I’ll talk about the Canadian books I’ve been reading! I finished three in November, which brings my total for the Canadian Challenge up to ten (I need to read and review thirteen in order to finish it; an accomplishment Kelly has already finished!). I’m reviewing them in the order that I read them, which also is the ascending order of how much I enjoyed them.
Obasan by Joy Kogawa
When I was making up my challenge list, Obasan immediately intrigued me, because it was about the WWII interment of Japanese Canadians. I didn’t realise the Canadian government had done the same thing as the American one, so I was curious to learn more. Having read this novel, I’m now in the market for some nonfiction about the topic, because if Kogawa’s narrator can be trusted the Canadian government was worse than the American one. But to the novel…from what I gather, this is autobiographical fiction. Obasan is now a grown woman teaching school, and the main story is told in flashbacks to her memories as a child and her life pre-WWII followed by internment and displacement. I liked how Kagawa mixes in Japanese words and concepts to the text; it felt both Japanese and Canadian in sensibility, and that’s a fine line to walk. That being said, I had a problem with Obasan herself; she’s incredibly timid and confused, and since the story is all told in her voice it was quite muddled. I understand that it’s a stylistic device, but it made me dread picking up the book to read another fifty pages. I loved the characters, especially Obasan’s female relatives-her aunts, her mother, her grandmother; they’re all drawn quite well, and I cared for them. And the story itself was compelling, though sad of course. I don’t know…it’s like everything in the book was wonderful except for Obasan and her voice, but since she’s the main aspect of the book that made a big difference. I kept willing myself to consider why Kagawa chose to make Obasan’s voice that way, and on an intellectual level I see how it shows that Obasan’s life was pulled out from under her as a child and she never recovered. I can admire that. But on a gut reading level, it made the book feel more like a chore, like something I’d read for high school and analyse. There was a spark missing.
The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley
This one is all over the book blogosphere, but in case you missed it, Bradley is a septogenerian who just published this mystery book (the first in a projected series) set in 1950 England and narrated by a precocious eleven-year-old. I really enjoyed Flavia’s voice; it rather reminded me of We Have Always Lived in the Castle. Flavia’s family is hilarious; along with her two older sisters Ophelia (obsessed with the mirror) and Daphne (obsessed with books) she lives in a kind of run-down, intellectually eccentric aristocratic family that is so British and have some of the funniest one-liners. My favourite:
I knew that Feely and Daffy would never condescend to respond to a bell (“So utterly Pavlovian,” Feely said)…
Flavia herself is obsessed with chemistry (which reminds me of Oliver Sacks’ memoir Uncle Tungsten, and which I therefore loved), and with an aloof father and deceased mother, pretty much does whatever she pleases (it’s summer, so there’s no school). So the the book’s style and characters were sparkling and charming and all those other -ing adjectives, perfect to curl up with on a cold night with a mug of tea. That being said, the mystery itself was rather thin. There was only one real suspect, who was obvious from her/his first appearance, and many of Flavia’s ‘conclusions’ were unveiled with a bit more drama than they warranted. Still, that’s a small quibble (I know it doesn’t seem that way in a mystery novel, but really the plot’s just a vehicle to get to know the characters), and when the next Flavia book comes out I’ll definitely be reading it.
Green Grass, Running Water by Thomas King
Hang on, I need to get something out of my system:
OMG, this book was SOOO good! And it just kept getting better! And I loved it so, so much! And it was so readable! But incredibly intelligent at the same time! Where has King been all my life?!
Whew-ok, now I might be able to talk about the book more coherently. Seriously: you should go read this. I promise you it won’t take that long; it’s both a quick read and a thought-provoking one. How often do you find those two characteristics in the same novel? Along with lots of fun characters and a plot that moves along quite nicely? That’s what I thought. I know that the actual page count for the book looks high, but so many pages are only half-filled with text, or even less, and the chapters are so short and snappy, you’ll be shocked at how fast you’re reading. It’s going to be difficult to summarise this book, though, because it deals with so much stuff. Basically: there’s a handful or so of Canadian Indians, all from the same reservation who grew up with each other and are in their late 30s, early 40s. And they’re all going about their lives, either in Toronto or still on the reservation; not completely satisfied but not horribly depressed either. Just normal. And you get more back story on each of them as the book progresses, but meanwhile they’re all being drawn back towards the reservation, where it’s almost time for the Sun Dance. Interwoven with all of their stories, there’s also one about a doctor who is looking for four old Indians who just escaped from his institution. And those four old Indians have a bit of a story too…it seems that they’ve been old and in that institutionfor at least one hundred years, and occasionally they escape which happens to coincide with various natural disasters…and they have the oddest names: Lone Ranger, Ishmael, Robinson Crusoe, and Hawkeye…and no one’s really positive about their gender. And then, there’s stories about the origins of the four old Indians, which are told by ‘I’ to Coyote, and which are wonderfully mythic and intersect with some classic Western stories, from the Garden of Eden to Moby Dick and beyond. And all of these characters come together in the end, and it all makes sense.
But why did I love this? Because I love myths, and King has done a wonderful job of weaving together Native American myths and Western European ones and making something fresh and new. Because I love trickster gods, and Coyote is just what I would expect. Because of writing like this:
“Oh, oh,” says Coyote. “Changing Woman is stuck on the island all by herself. Is that the end of the story?”
“Silly Coyote,” I says, “This story is just beginning.”
Because King weaves together mythic truths, and a profound look at the underpinnings of Western European thought, with characters whose individual fates I care about, from whether or not one will be able to have the child she craves to whether one will be able to keep the house his mother built by hand. I loved it, because it was perfect, because it echoed two of my very favourite authors ever, Neil Gaiman and Salman Rushdie, but at the same time the writing style was nothing like theirs. I highly recommend this book to everyone. Seriously.
Posted by: Eva on: December 2, 2009
I’ve turned off comments for this post. I wanted you guys to know what was going on, since I mentioned in in my Sunday Salon post. But at the same time, I’m still too raw to really talk about it; I haven’t had a death in even extended family since I was very little, and all of my grandparents have always been alive and healthy. I hope you understand. -Eva
On Sunday morning, my maternal grandfather, Ted, passed away. He’d been having health problems for the past year or so, but we thought he was on the road to recovery. Then on last Thursday, Thanksgiving, he suddenly became very, very ill and lost consciousness. My mom flew out first thing Friday morning, and was thankful to be there before the end, but it was still hard. Today’s the funeral.
Growing up, I never lived close to any extended family, so I usually saw them every couple of years. When I was in elementary school, and we lived in central Texas, every other summer we’d go on a massive roadtrip all the way up to Buffalo, NY (my mom’s family all live in a small town near Buffalo) visiting all of our family along the way. And while in one sense, I always wondered what it would be like to see my grandparents weekly, I loved how those vacations always felt magical. Seeing Grandpa was always something special, you know?
After his obligatory service in the army (he was an MP), he worked in construction all of his life. If we were driving somewhere, and there was a piece of machinery along the way, Grandpa could tell you everything about it. He loved everything from tractors to planes (although he refused to fly on commerical airplanes), and his knowledge of them was encyclopedic. Speaking of which, he was also a voracious nonfiction reader, with intelligent things to say about whatever book he had just finished. He was a great talker-he loved to tell stories as well as information. And he was a night owl like me, so I have fond memories of visiting their home and having midnight conversations with Grandpa on the kitchen table over a carton of ice cream. He was easy going too: I never remember him losing his temper, and even though my mom was one of five children she doesn’t remember him yelling either. It just wasn’t his style.
He was a generous man: with his time, his money, his love. He always made me feel special, even though he wasn’t exactly lacking in granddaughters (along with my sister, I have eight girl cousins and four girl step-cousins). And I will miss him.

Grandpa and me last summer, when we visited to celebrate his 50th wedding anniversary.
Posted by: Eva on: November 30, 2009
I wasn’t going to post today; on Thanksgiving we got some bad family news, and since then I’ve been too distracted to really get into blogging. But I’ve been reading a lot this week (hmmm…I wonder why? it couldn’t be that books are my comfort and escape, lol), and now I want to distract myself from what’s going on. And what better way to do that than in a ridiculously long Sunday Salon post? Last Sunday, I didn’t do a TSS, but I only read 4 books that I hadn’t reviewed (one of those I reviewed this week). But this week, I’ve read 18 books, which would mean talking about twenty-one books in one post. So I went through and found some I could do ‘theme’ posts on, which got it down to 14.
First up, I read Baby of the Family by Tina McElroy Ansa. This was originally on my R.I.P. IV list, and even though that challenge ended last month, this book sounded too good to ignore. It’s set in the 1950s, and follows Lena McPherson’s childhood. She was born with a caul over her face, which means that she can see ghosts. Here’s the thing about this book: Ansa has a wonderful writing style. She brings characters and settings to life seemingly effortlessly, and the story just flows. But this isn’t really a book about ghosts. They only make a couple of minor appearances, which really disappointed me. If it had been described as a coming-of-age story, I think I would have enjoyed it more, rather than impatiently waiting for the ghosts to appear. And Ansa has decided to capture Lena’s life from birth to adolescence-this is a large amount of time for a short book, so sometimes a chapter would simply begin several years later, and then go back to Lena’s memories, which left me feeling disoriented. That being said, I still loved how Ansa brought me into the life of an upper middle class African American family in Georgia, and how real Lena felt. So I’m happy I read the book, and I’ll be reading more Ansa in the future, but I would recommend this as a coming-of-age story rather than a ghost one. It’d be a great choice for the Southern Reading Challenge, assuming Maggie holds it again next summer!
Then I finished Saudi Arabia Exposed by John Bradley for the World Citizen Challenge: it’s a book about modern Saudi Arabia, especially its politics. I loathed this book, and I don’t recommend it at all. Bradley brings a lot of personal prejudices to his writing, and I didn’t find him reliable, which is a problem in a nonfiction book. But I was willing to keep reading, to find the few grains of truth in all that chaff. Then I got to the chapter about women in Saudi Arabia, and my blood pressure went through the roof. He kept saying ridiculous, ignorant things that just pissed me off. And I thought, if he has this little ability to imagine life from a woman’s perspective, he probably doesn’t have any ability to analyse Saudi men either. And that wasn’t all-the way he talked about the expats revealed a disturbing classicm, and his discussion of homosexuality left something to be desired as well. Obviously, I can’t get into a play-by-play analysis in a paragraph, but I really, really don’t recommend it.
I finally got The Woman in Black by Susan Hill, and I couldn’t wait long after I’d brought it home from the library to open it up. This is a really popular ghost story in the book blogosphere, but one I couldn’t find at either of my libraries (when I lived in CA last year) or any bookstores. Finally, I decided to try ILLing it, despite only 20-something libraries in the US having it, and it worked!
When I saw how slim it was, I decided to count it as part of the November Novella Challenge. Anyway, this is a Victorian-style ghost story, and I really enjoyed it! It’s a lot better than the other Hill book I’ve read (The Man in the Portrait)-while the tone of the book stays faithful to Hill’s chosen style, it feels less formulaic. The build-up of tension and atmosphere was handled marvelously. That being said, the book post-plot climax lost something. I think Hill over-explained the origins of the ghost, and the ending was a bit of letdown. But most of the book was a delicious, fun read, and I definitely recommend this one if you enjoy gothic books or Victorian ghost stories. I wish I could go see the play based on it-I bet it’s marvelous!
I picked up Ali and Nino by Kurban Said because I’d never read a bok by an Azerbaijani author. Said’s origins are misty-it’s a pseudonym that’s commonly accepted to be that of an Azerbaijani Lev Nussimbaum. The book is set in Baku, and apparently the Azerbaijani government feels that it’s a ‘national novel.’ So who am I to disagree with all that? Well, all I can say is that the whole time I was reading this book, it felt like it was written by a western European author pretending to be a Muslim. The book is narrated by Ali, a Muslim Azerbaijani who comes of age just as Azerbaijan is getting its independence (which the USSR promptly squashed) and is in love with Nino, who is a Christian Georgian by heritage, although she was born and raised in Azerbaijan. So the main story is their love, with all of the politics as a backdrop. But the way that Ali discusses his ‘oriental’ side, the dichotomy of his country, etc. just felt like a Westerner looking in. Ali never felt real, more like a political construct. And because of that, I didn’t enjoy this book a whole bunch. I’d maybe recommend it if you’re curious about the Caucauses during that time period, but don’t expect a wonderful story. And if you’ve read it, did it feel Western to you? Or geniune?
I put Ruined by Paula Morris on hold, because it was set in New Orleans and about ghosts! I read it when I was feeling sick, and it’s written so simply that it was easy to follow. I wouldn’t call this YA so much as middle grade fiction, and while it took me out of myself, it lacked enough sophistication for me to highly recommend it. I think if I had read it when I was 10, I would have loved it though. There’s a creepy cemetary, a ghost, a private school, and lots of mean rich New Orleans ‘old money’ famillies. Doesn’t that feel stereotypical? And it is: the story unfolds exactly as I would have expected it to. But it was a nice distraction when my brain was all foggy from fibro-it wasn’t a bad book, just too young for my tastes.
I loved Annie John by Jamaica Kincaid, which I read for the Caribbean Lit Challenge. As I mentioned in a Library Loot vlog, I’ve been avoiding Kincaid because I had her confused with Jean Rhys (I didn’t like The Wide Sargasso Sea, and it wasn’t because I’m attached to the original Jane Eyre characters, since I don’t really like that book either), so when I finally figured out my mistake, I decided to start with her first published novel. It actually reminded me of Colette’s Claudine at School, but set in the Caribbean instead of rural France. Annie John is a precocious school girl, who describes her life on the island and how she changes during adolescence. Annie’s combination of flippancy and know-it-all-ness was just so perfectly teenager I loved it. Kincaid has a real gift for narrative voice! There isn’t much a plot-this is more a book that brings you into day-to-day life, which I appreciated since it was a different culture. I highly recommend this one, and I’ll definitely be reading more Kincaid soon!
Aura by Carlos Fuentes was one of my choices for the November Novella Challenge; I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what I got! Imagine Angela Carter mixed with Gabriel Garcia Marquez and that might give you a good idea of tone. It’s narrated in second-person, which is always a bit of a risk, but Fuentes pulls it off. And the story is like some dark, delicious fairy tale. I’m not going to tell you anymore about it, because it’s so slim (my book was 160 pages, but it was dual language, so the English bit was 80 pages), but this was my introduction to Fuentes and I definitely want to read more of his books. He was pretty prolific too, so I’ve got quite the backlist to choose from.
Exit Wounds by Rutu Modan is an Israeli graphic novel, which I found ‘meh.’ The main character drives a taxicab and gets caught up in a quest to find out if his father died in an explosion when an Israeli girl fresh from her military service shows up one day. I didn’t really connect with any of the characters; they all felt flat to me. And I didn’t get much of a window into Israeli life or culture. For the most part, I liked the artwork, but I would have had no idea that the Israeli girl was a girl if the words hadn’t said so. I think that was intentional, though. Anyway, it seems like this one has garnered lots of accolades, so you still might want to check it out despite my reaction.
Raise the Lantern by Su Tong was another November Novella Challenge choice: it had three novellas in the book. I was nervous about this one, because in the past I’ve never loved fiction written by male Chinese authors. But the title novella, which is also the first one, was wonderful! About a young girl who has to become as a third wife after her family’s ruined, and her adaptations to her new life with its political machinations. I loved everything about it, from the narrative style to the characters to the story. It was dynamic, interesting, wonderful. I eagerly turned to the second novella, “Nineteen Thirty-Four Escapes.” And I hated it. It was like a completely different author writing it-the narrative voice was awful, there was a lot of misogyny and ickiness, and I couldn’t wait for it to be over. So I decided to go ahead and read the third novella, “Opium Family,” to find out which of the first two was the anomaly. Unfortunately, this one was just like “Nineteen Thirty-Four Escapes,” and I hated it as well. So I won’t be reading more of Su Tong in the future, but I did really love “Raise the Red Lantern.”
Speaking of China, I read The Last Days of Old Beijing by Michael Meyer for the China Challenge. Meyer originally moved to China to teach English for the Peace Corps and he stayed afterwards. He was teaching at an international school in Beijing (in college he studied elementary education) when he heard about the hutong neighbourhoods (the oldest parts of Beijing) being razed in the name of progress. Rather than just complain from the outside, he decided to move into one, volunteering to teach at the local school so that he’s not seen as a foreigner, and writing this book. The book combines Meyer’s own experiences with interviews he does with all kinds of Beijing-ers with brief chapters on the history of Bejing itself. It’s wonderful. Meyer has a great writing style that I loved to go back to, and everything in the book is just fascinating. I had really high expectations of this one when I put in on my challenge list, and all of those expectations were met. I highly recommend this one if you’re at all curious about China or progress or unusual expat memoirs (I wouldn’t call this a memoir per se, but some chapters are).
In my rereading of The Belgariad, I’ve now finished the third book: Magician’s Gambit by David Eddings. It’s impossible for me to be objective about these books; I read them so much when I was younger that they’re total comfort reads. Reading this one, I noticed something about the writing style might not appeal to 2009 Eva-Eddings uses adverbs a lot. But I love the story, and I love the characters, and they’re all old friends. So there.
I think the good aspects of the books easily balance out the adverbs, but as I said I’m a very biased reader. I’ll be finishing up the other two in the series before the year is out!
I feel confident recommending Proust and the Squid by Maryanne Wolf to everyone. I read it for the Science Book Challenge, but I’m positive that people who adore reading the way book bloggers do will all love this. Wolf is a neuroscienctist whose emphasis is on how people learn to read. She’s also an avid reader herself, which is so evident in the text, both in the way she talks about reading and in her frequent quotes from a variety of novels. The book has three parts: first there’s a look at how writing first arose and the history of alphabets and that stuff, then Wolf turns to how modern-day children learn to read and what’s going on in their brains, and the last part is about dyslexia and when brains have problems learning to read. I seriously can’t emphasise enough how much I loved this; I’m depressed that I have to return it to the library-I’ll probably buy a copy for myself when I have a job. Every page was a delight. And as a future educator, I found it really helpful; Wolf’s oldest son has dyslexia, and so she comes at that part from a personal perspective as well as a scientific one. I highly, highly recommend this to everyone, but especially to elementary school teachers, parents of children with reading problems, and any pop neuroscience buffs.
The Maias by Eca de Querios was an Orbis Terrarum choice. It’s a Portugese classic, set in the latter half of the nineteenth century, and since I love that era I expected to love this book. Unfortunately, I didn’t. A plot doesn’t even begin to emerge until around page 300 (the book itself is just over 600 pages), and when it does it’s so sensationalistic I found it odd in such a naturalistic novel. Most of the book is just about Carlos, a rich young Portugese nobleman, and how he spends his time seducing married women, spending money, joking about with friends, etc. Now, I don’t need a plot to be a happy reader. But if I don’t have a plot, I have to enjoy the main character. And frankly, I didn’t care about Carlos…throughout most of the book, I just kept thinking to myself “Why? Why do I care? When is something going to happen?” I hate that, because I expected to be all gush-y about how wonderful forgotten classics are and telling you to go out and read this. But this one just wasn’t for me. The writing itself was good; I’m definitely willing to give Querios a second chance (with a shorter book). But I was quite happy when I reached the final page.
Finally, I read a standalone book from the Sandman series: The Dream Hunters by Neil Gaiman and Yoshitaka Amano. Nymeth told me I’d love this, and she was totally right!
It’s not a traditional graphic novel: it’s more like a picture book for adults in that the text and illustrations are seperate. The illustrations are all these beautiful water colours, and the story is a retelling of a Japanese fairy tale about a fox falling in love with a monk. I think Gaiman is wonderful when he’s writing in a fairy tale style, so I loved the words. And the pictures was so, so beautiful and added a lot to the story. And the story itself was marvelous. In case you can’t tell, I highly recommend this one! I think it would be great for readers new to the graphic format, since it’s halfway in between. And at novella length, it doesn’t require a huge time commitment, although if you’re like me you’ll get lost in the artwork. This is seriously nothing like the Sandman graphic novels, except that Morpheus appears towards the end; it was achingly beautiful and a book I definitely want to own.
There you have it-many of the books that I’ve been reading lately. Sorry that I haven’t been commenting on blogs the way that I usually do or replying to the comments y’all have left me; it’s been a rough week.
Posted by: Eva on: November 28, 2009
I find it ironic that both the Chunkster Challenge and November Novella Challenge end this month! Extra long books and extra short ones, here I come.
Chunkster Challenge
The Chunkster Challenge began back in January, and I signed up for the highest, Mor-book-ly Obese level, which had participants read either 6 books over 450 pages or 3 books over 750 pages by the end of this month. But because I love big books, I decided to read 3 books over 1,000 pages (titles linked to my review):
The best book: A tie between Kristin Lavransdater and A Suitable Boy
Any new authors? Yep-Undset and Seth. I’d like to read more of both of them!
Books I did not finish: I kind of scrapped my original challenge list once I decided I wanted to read three 1K-ers.
What did I learn from this challenge? That I’m possibly the only book blogger ever who didn’t enjoy Count of Monte Cristo! lol I liked how each of the chunkster I read brought me to a very different time and place; I feel like I know much more about medieval Norway and 50s India than I did beforehand. Those books made me feel richer. I would say that I learned not to be intimidated of 1K-ers, but honestly, a book’s large size is more likely to attract me than make me nervous! lol Not that I’m a fearless reader (let’s talk about the US literary authors scene if you want to know about books that make me nervous)…it’s just that I love huge books and how I can relax into them, knowing that I’ll be with the characters and in the world for some time. Also, y’all gave me a great list of recommendations for more chunksters, which I really appreciated.
November Novella Challenge
I signed up for the third level of the November Novella Challenge, which had me read 8 novellas during this month. I really should have signed up for the fourth level (‘as many you can freakin’ can’), since I surpassed that number already, and I’m eyeing a couple more before November officially ends (if that happens, I’ll come back and edit this list). Ones I’ve read (titles linked to review where possible-several I’m reviewing tomorrow, so I’ll come back and edit then):
The best book: I think my faves were the two novella Yoshimoto collection Hardboiled & Hard Luck, The Girl with the Golden Shoes, and The Woman in Black.
Any new authors? Su Tong, Carlos Fuentes, Colin Channer, Luana Monteiro, and Julia Leigh. I’d be happy to read more of all of those authors except Su Tong.
Books I did not finish: None! It’s difficult for me to abandon a novella knowing there isn’t a huge page commitment. That being said, the only two that I considered abandoning were Su Tong’s “Nineteen Thirty-Four Escapes” and “Opium Family”-the rest were all wonderful.
What did I learn from this challenge? I really should read more novellas! They’re a great way to get a taste of a new author, and I loved how I visited so many countries via them. It’s easier to read in a big variety when the books are slim. And I totally plan on checking out the reviews of other participants to get more novellas to put on my TBR list!
Posted by: Eva on: November 26, 2009
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Library Loot is a weekly event co-hosted by myself and Marg that encourages bloggers to share the books they’ve checked out from the library. If you’d like to participate, just write up your post-feel free to steal the button-and link it using the Mr. Linky any time during the week. And of course check out what other participants are getting from their libraries!
Want to share your loot? Marg has the Mr. Linky this week.
No vlog this week: it’s Thanksgiving and things are a bit crazy around here.

The Sandman: Dream Hunters by Neil Gaiman (Ana told me on Twitter that I’d love this standalone ,em>Sandman book), The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery (Dewey’s Books Challenge), Sir Gawain and the Green Knight trans. Simon Armitage (Really Old Classics Challenge)

The Witch of Blackbird Pond by Elizabeth George Speare, Absolute Sandman: Vol. Two by Neil Gaiman (I’m determined to enjoy this series eventually), The Vinter’s Luck by Elizabeth Knox (Maree and Vasilly convinced me to do a group read! hehe)

Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel (Spice of Life Challenge), The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley (Canada Challenge)
Posted by: Eva on: November 25, 2009
Last fall was a rough time for me and my book blog. I was struggling with depression for the first time in my life, while also going to grad school full time and working 20 hours a week. I barely posted in October, and then my laptop got messed up. Since I lived quite a drive from my campus, I was cut off from the internet except when I was at school. I had just begun posting again on November 26th. And then my fibro flared up, so I couldn’t drive. Finally, on December 2nd I felt a bit better and popped into my school library to check my Google Reader. And I saw a post titled ‘Tribute to Dewey,’ which seemed odd. I went to her blog and was horrified to discover that the day before her husband had posted that she had passed on November 25th. I couldn’t believe it; I started tearing up right in the library and had to make a quick dash for the restroom before I started sobbing. Then I just felt numb; I started thinking that maybe Dewey’s site had been hacked and this was a cruel joke. Maybe she’d joined the witness protection program and had to disappear. Anything, other than the fact that she was gone. I got into my car (it was night, so it was dark outside) and just cried until I had no tears left. Then I drove home and cried some more.
I kept hoping there was an alternate explanation, at the same time that I read all of those wonderful in memorium posts. I wrote a pitiful one by comparison: my eloquence flees in the face of such raw emotion.
And now it’s been a year, and I have yet to find the right words. I still sometimes imagine that she joined the witness protection program, and she’s living a good life some place. I imagine that she’s continuing to help teens in some way-she was so passionate about that I doubt a federal marshal could convince her to do anything else. I imagine her secretly reading our blogs, catching up with what we’ve all been up to and wishing she could comment without risking in her life. I imagine her knitting, with her non-wool yarn (she was allergic, and every time I work with bamboo yarn I think of her). I imagine her reading all sorts of books, and leading a book club now that she can’t blog about them. And someday, maybe, she’ll reappear online, perhaps under a different name but with that same wise, hilarious, welcoming voice. And once again, a blogger will suddenly become a huge presence merely for how wonderful she is at reviewing books and making book blogging more fun. I know it’s silly, but it makes me feel better.
And in the meantime, we’ll keep up her spirit. We’ll continue reading books we never would have heard of if it wasn’t for her. We’ll continue talking about her. We’ll continue to shun drama and divisiveness and pull together for fun and games as she had us do. We’ll continue to try to sum up all that she gave to us, and we’ll continue to fail. Because Dewey was larger than life, the role model to many of us, and one of the nicest, most selfless bloggers I’ve ever known. Not to mention the most significant. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss her influence on our community. And there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss her personally. So here’s to you Dewey: wherever you are, you should know that you made a difference in my life. And you were loved for that.