Book of the Week for November 3-November 9

Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell

Why it’s interesting:

I’ve been hearing about Eleanor & Park all year. I downloaded it (I think as part of a Kindle Daily Deal) on December 10, 2013 and it’s just sat there. Literally every single time I’ve gone into a bookstore since it’s caught my attention. But for whatever reason it just wasn’t what I was clicking on the Kindle. Then, Saturday, we were killing time at a Barnes and Nobel in Chicago and I saw it again. I reached into my bag, grabbed my Kindle, downloaded it, and started reading. Chris had to come get me to leave. I read it while we waited at the airport and on the whole flight home. It’s just such a perfect story of first love. Both of the main characters (all of them, actually) are perfectly believably written: honest, smart, stupid, shady, flawed… It’s just a really really beautiful story. Early on in the story they’re in English class discussing Romeo and Juliet and Eleanor tells the teacher the book is crap, but people like remembering what it’s like to fall in love for the first time. It set this book up perfectly.

The blurb:

Bono met his wife in high school, Park says.
So did Jerry Lee Lewis, Eleanor answers.
I’m not kidding, he says.
You should be, she says, we’re 16.
What about Romeo and Juliet?
Shallow, confused, then dead.
I love you, Park says.
Wherefore art thou, Eleanor answers.
I’m not kidding, he says.
You should be.

Set over the course of one school year in 1986, this is the story of two star-crossed misfits—smart enough to know that first love almost never lasts, but brave and desperate enough to try. When Eleanor meets Park, you’ll remember your own first love—and just how hard it pulled you under.

If you like this, you might also like:

The Fault in Our Stars. Yes, I realize it’s totally cliche to recommend this book at this point, but I’m going to do it anyway. I’m also going to throw this out there in case you find yourself crying too hard: the likelihood of a girl her age dying from thyroid cancer is so small it’s crazy. Yes, I know the character was based on a real person, I don’t mean her any disrespect. But as a thyroid cancer survivor myself, I feel like I should throw that out there so none of you are going Oh my gosh, this could happen to Amanda! (The sickness part, not the falling in love. I’m happy with my husband thankyouverymuch.) But, again, such an awesome love story.

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Book of the Week for October 27-November 2

Daily Rituals by Mason Curry

Why it’s interesting:

Daily Rituals: How Artists Work chronicles the creative habits of 161 artists from Kafka to Van Gogh to Woody Allen. The pure range of artists is astonishing: writers, composers, musicians, painters, cartoonists…it’s awesome. It’s written in short little snippets and can be read while waiting for your coffee or train. I actually listened to the audio version, but the physicall/digital versions also include a bunch of photos and I kind of want to buy the physical version now. Also, for underlining. There’s some great, inspiring lines. (Wouldn’t it be great if I had underlined so I could give you some examples? Sorry.) One caveat (and I think Mason Curry addresses this at the beginning of the book, but I don’t remember for sure): Just because so many artists drank and drugged them way into some awesome work doesn’t mean you should too. For some reason, dying in your thirties and forties didn’t seem as tragic back in the day as it is now. But…if you want to follow the example of naps—it felt like almost everyone in the book took naps—by all means. Go for it. I do.

The blurb:

Franz Kafka, frustrated with his living quarters and day job, wrote in a letter to Felice Bauer in 1912, “time is short, my strength is limited, the office is a horror, the apartment is noisy, and if a pleasant, straightforward life is not possible then one must try to wriggle through by subtle maneuvers.”

Kafka is one of 161 inspired—and inspiring—minds, among them, novelists, poets, playwrights, painters, philosophers, scientists, and mathematicians, who describe how they subtly maneuver the many (self-inflicted) obstacles and (self-imposed) daily rituals to get done the work they love to do, whether by waking early or staying up late; whether by self-medicating with doughnuts or bathing, drinking vast quantities of coffee, or taking long daily walks. Thomas Wolfe wrote standing up in the kitchen, the top of the refrigerator as his desk, dreamily fondling his “male configurations”. . . Jean-Paul Sartre chewed on Corydrane tablets (a mix of amphetamine and aspirin), ingesting ten times the recommended dose each day . . . Descartes liked to linger in bed, his mind wandering in sleep through woods, gardens, and enchanted palaces where he experienced “every pleasure imaginable.”

Here are: Anthony Trollope, who demanded of himself that each morning he write three thousand words (250 words every fifteen minutes for three hours) before going off to his job at the postal service, which he kept for thirty-three years during the writing of more than two dozen books . . . Karl Marx . . . Woody Allen . . . Agatha Christie . . . George Balanchine, who did most of his work while ironing . . . Leo Tolstoy . . . Charles Dickens . . . Pablo Picasso . . . George Gershwin, who, said his brother Ira, worked for twelve hours a day from late morning to midnight, composing at the piano in pajamas, bathrobe, and slippers . . .

Here also are the daily rituals of Charles Darwin, Andy Warhol, John Updike, Twyla Tharp, Benjamin Franklin, William Faulkner, Jane Austen, Anne Rice, and Igor Stravinsky (he was never able to compose unless he was sure no one could hear him and, when blocked, stood on his head to “clear the brain”).

Brilliantly compiled and edited, and filled with detail and anecdote, Daily Rituals is irresistible, addictive, magically inspiring.

If you like this, you might also like:

Anything by Austin Kleon

 The War of Art by Steven Pressfeild

Anything by Julia Cameron

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Book of the Week for October 6-October 12

Cartwheel by Jennifer duBois

Why it’s interesting:

This week’s book is Cartwheel by Jennifer duBuois. My current Outline in Progress (not to be confused with Novel in Progress, Story in Progress, or Novel in Editing, all of which I also have) is a mystery unfolding on the set of a reality show, so I’ve been doing a lot of research on actual reality shows—crimes committed and tragedies endured by cast members, legal problems the shows have had, what cast contracts are like, and, of course, other novels that have been-there-done-that. Luckily, so far, none have had anything close to my premise.

During all of this research, I came across Cartwheel. It’s “inspired by” the Amanda Knox story, which I know very little about, but is intriguing in and of itself. But it was especially interesting to me because I, too, take real life situations and fictionalize them. I enjoy seeing how other authors do it.

I’m about half way through and so far am completely addicted. Life forces are keeping me from reading, but I kid you not when I say I really struggled with whether to write this blog post or sit here and read for the last ten minutes. You’re lucky. I chose you. 🙂

The blurb:

When Lily Hayes arrives in Buenos Aires for her semester abroad, she is enchanted by everything she encounters: the colorful buildings, the street food, the handsome, elusive man next door. Her studious roommate Katy is a bit of a bore, but Lily didn’t come to Argentina to hang out with other Americans.

Five weeks later, Katy is found brutally murdered in their shared home, and Lily is the prime suspect. But who is Lily Hayes? It depends on who’s asking. As the case takes shape—revealing deceptions, secrets, and suspicious DNA—Lily appears alternately sinister and guileless through the eyes of those around her: the media, her family, the man who loves her and the man who seeks her conviction. With mordant wit and keen emotional insight, Cartwheel offers a prismatic investigation of the ways we decide what to see—and to believe—in one another and ourselves.

In Cartwheel, duBois delivers a novel of propulsive psychological suspense and rare moral nuance. No two readers will agree who Lily is and what happened to her roommate. Cartwheel will keep you guessing until the final page, and its questions about how well we really know ourselves will linger well beyond.

If you like this, you might also like:

A fictionalized version of the real-life theft of masterpieces from a museum in Boston. (Yes, very similar to Stealing the Ruby Slippers, except it’s not told by the villain.) I loved this book because of the discussion of the actual art and the process that goes into making it.

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I’ve decided to try a series. I’m generally not super great about keeping up with series when I start them on here, but this I think I can do because it will also help me fulfill other goals…if I have to post about a new book every week, I darn better be reading a new book every week. Plus, I have about 700 books I want to get through, so, at one a week, that’s blog posts for the next 14 years 🙂 This isn’t going to be a book review so much as why I think these books/authors are interesting.

Book of the week for September 28-October 5:

Hollow City by Ransom Riggs

Why I think it’s interesting:

I read the first book in this series, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children sometime in 2012. I know this off the top of my head because I distinctly remember sitting in the break room at Whole Foods looking at the time clock thinking…how much trouble will I get in if I just finish this chapter before I go back to work? I had gotten the Kindle version from the library. The story was stunning and I have been periodically checking every six weeks or so to see if the sequel was out. Then, I walked into my favorite bookstore in Minneapolis one day and there it was, on display. It had just come out that week.

I grabbed the hard cover and ran to the coffee shop next door and started reading (after paying, of course.) Then, I had to work on homework, and my books, and…I finally just picked it back up again.

Ransom Riggs collects old photographs, and they are the illustrations for this story (and MPHFPC). As far as I know, the photos aren’t doctored in anyway (by Ransom, I mean, you can see by the cover that they’re not point and click and no editing ever. Someone, somewhere, made these kids peculiar, a long long time ago.) The book design and layout is phenomenally beautiful. I highly recommend “splurging” (really, I think it’s like $3 more) and buying the hard cover of both this book and the first. It’s an old style cloth bound hard cover, like the kind my grandparents have on their shelves from when their kids were kids. It’s absolutely stunning.

Plus, the book is just plain inspiring. It makes me want to go collect old photos and write. And, based on the FAQs on his website he’s starting a movement of kids using old photos as writing prompts. I’m all about anything that encourages kids to learn to write.

The Blurb:

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children was the surprise best seller of 2011—an unprecedented mix of YA fantasy and vintage photography that enthralled readers and critics alike. Publishers Weekly called it “an enjoyable, eccentric read, distinguished by well-developed characters, a believable Welsh setting, and some very creepy monsters.”

This second novel begins in 1940, immediately after the first book ended. Having escaped Miss Peregrine’s island by the skin of their teeth, Jacob and his new friends must journey to London, the peculiar capital of the world. Along the way, they encounter new allies, a menagerie of peculiar animals, and other unexpected surprises.

Complete with dozens of newly discovered (and thoroughly mesmerizing) vintage photographs, this new adventure will delight readers of all ages.

If you like this, you might like:

Real stories, real photos (just not the same people.) Larry was the teacher for one of my MFA classes at Hamline and this book is awesome for many of the same reasons Hollow City is, except the stories in it are real.