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Sep 15, 2021 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Irony

Irony

I finished Sharon Draper’s Blended yesterday–ahead of my 14-year-old, who’s also reading it!–and while it had some lovely moments, I have to say I foundOut of My Mind to be the better book. It isn’t that Izzy’s not engaging, because she is; it isn’t that anything about the novel is completely unrealistic, although I desperately want it to be. It’s more that for a novel of its size and depth, two complete stories and themes were too much for it to handle. I wish Draper had picked either Izzy’s experiences as a child of divorced parents OR Izzy’s experiences with contemporary racism for her plot; either would have made a successful storyline. Instead, we have a book that tries to blend two complete stories and doesn’t fully do either story justice. (A longer book for older readers might have done it, but Izzy’s voice is too young for that.) There’s also a feeling of ‘well, THAT escalated quickly’ during the crisis point, perhaps because Izzy as a narrator covers a decent amount of minutiae–although that may have been a conscious contrast, considering the topic. Ultimately, there’s plenty of meat in this story, but (in my opinion) it’s a bit too rare. Izzy’s likability makes it no hardship to read, however, and for those who will see themselves in her, it still has the potential to be an important book.

In other news, it’s going to be one of those ‘busy from 3:00 on’ kind of days, and I’m not looking forward to it. I have one child with play rehearsal until 4-ish and another one with dance at 4:20, not to mention feeding ALL the children and getting the older girls and myself to our youth activity on time. Wish me luck!

Sep 13, 2021 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Eighteen Years

Eighteen Years

That’s how long ago Molly Moon’s Incredible Book of Hypnotism came out, folks. I have the ARC to prove it, although at least it’s one from Borders (may it rest in peace) rather than one I requested as a blogger. I finally committed myself to reading it–listening to it, technically–and after a lag of several months, I’m NOW committing myself to reviewing it.

Let’s all pause while I feel pathetic.

Honestly, though, I’ve put off the reviewing of it in large part because I haven’t been sure what to say. There’s definitely a Roald Dahl feel to Molly Moon, and for the first half of the book I couldn’t manage to actually like Molly, horrible orphanage background notwithstanding. I enjoy watching the oppressed putting their oppressors in their places, but gratuitous public humiliation bearing no direct connection to their bad behavior is not my jam. Molly’s hypnotic rise to fame didn’t do it for me either, but when she starts to see reality and examine her priorities, the story did (eventually) win me over. I’m still not passionate about it, necessarily, but kids who feel downtrodden and powerless–or just lacking in fair opportunities–will probably find it a solid romp, and the ending surprised me in a good way. If the idea of finding a book on hypnotism that enables you to get just about whatever you want sounds intriguing, give this one a try!

Sep 11, 2021 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Look at Me Go!

Look at Me Go!

I’m posting on track–on a Saturday! Wahoo! And the BEST part is that I’ve had The Cure for Cold Feet on my shelf for ages, partly because it’s a verse novel and I kept thinking that ‘oh, that’s so short that I can read it anytime’ and partly because I kept not being in the mood–anytime. I finally committed myself to it out of sheer obstinacy (and the knowledge that it would free up a spot on my 12-year-old’s library card).

That 12-year-old of mine read Cold Feet‘s predecessor–Izzy Kline Has Butterflies QUITE some time ago. I read it before passing it on to her, and I enjoyed it as well, which is why its sequel has been sitting on my shelf. I don’t know that she’ll care enough about the sequel to read it after so much time has passed, however, and so I’m returning it to the library–because for whatever reason, I just didn’t like it as well. It’s possible I’ve read a few too many middle grade novels in the last year or so that involve a friend being dropped by another friend upon entering middle school/junior high; I’m not saying Cold Feet did it badly, but there’s only so much of that I can take in a given block of time. It’s also possible that Beth Ain’s style of verse feels a bit poetic for its subject matter to me. (There’s nothing wrong with Izzy expressing herself poetically, but I guess it started to feel like too much mental/emotional effort for what I was getting out of it. Admittedly, my age vs. the age of the intended audience is part of the problem…) Perhaps I also wanted more closure than provided? Ultimately, this is a poetically lovely story, and kids with divorced parents who are transitioning into other relationships may find it perfect; I, on the other hand, clearly need a break from this sort of middle grade novel!

Sep 9, 2021 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Fruit

Fruit

Okay, well, it’s obvious that I’m just not as on top of this blog as I used to be–I’m sure my legions of devoted followers are very upset–but I did have a good bit going on in the last week or so. I missed the 1st because I’d posted on the 31st and wasn’t as committed to making the 1st happen, but I was planning on posting on the 2nd, until fruit happened.

You see, we went to Las Vegas last weekend for the BYU-Arizona game–meeting family and staying together in a vacation house sort of place–and on Thursday (the 2nd) I was in the kitchen prepping various foods we were planning on bringing with us. I’d already cut up a cantaloupe and a jicama and grated enough zucchini for two big loaves of zucchini bread (which were in the oven) when I decided to bring the peaches from the dining room to the kitchen to sort out which ones would have to be used before we left. We’d gotten them from our neighbors (who have a tree) in a paper grocery bag, which was still at least half full, and when I picked it up, out fell the bottom and out fell the peaches.

SPLAT.

I love ripe, juicy peaches. They are HEAVENLY. They also, however, leave literal puddles of juice when they fall several feet onto the floor–and the ones that aren’t quite ripe enough to splat ROLL instead. I spent the next hour (possibly hour and a half?) salvaging everything I could in the peach department and cleaning up the floor (plus at least one dining room chair). By then I was behind in my day, and that plus the flurry of “we’re going on a road trip” meant no post before we left for Vegas. Certainly I wasn’t going to post while we were in Vegas, and since then I’ve been unpacking and doing laundry and catching up on some of the missed sleep that comes from staying in a big house with lots of family. (Also planning meals that involve eating the leftovers we brought home with us; we were the only ones with a cooler.) Today, however, I am starting anew. Go me!

At some point in all of the craziness I managed to finish AJ Pearce’s Yours Cheerfully, her sequel to the delightful Dear Mrs. Bird, and I loved it. Loved it! Pearce has a gift for creating a perfect blend of poignancy, humor, and history, and her characters are completely lovable–except for the ones that are deliciously NOT. (There’s a dichotomy there that’s not completely realistic, but it’s thoroughly satisfying, so I find myself not caring.) Emmy, Bunty, Mr. Collins, and their supporting characters are back, and when the government asks media outlets to help recruit women workers, they can’t help seeing the difficulties faced by women in the workforce (especially the factories). What’s to be done about it? Charles is also back–a desk job for the moment–but Pearl Harbor throws him (and Emmy) for a loop, and they must decide what to do about THAT as well. If you want historical fiction with all the feels, AJ Pearce is an author not to be missed–and she’s recommendable to anyone!

Aug 31, 2021 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Still Struggling, Apparently

Still Struggling, Apparently

I really thought I’d return to consistent posts once the kids were back in school, no problem. And yet…

Well, anyway. To be fair, my niece and her hubby and son came down on Saturday morning and then the littles had a birthday party on Saturday afternoon, while we had dinner in Clearfield yesterday and celebrated August and September birthdays (my second girlie is one of the August ones). Today, however, I am committed to reviewing Quack (by Anna Humphrey) BEFORE I return library books, and so here I am! (My teeth aren’t brushed yet, granted, but it’s only 9:02, and my hubby’s currently showering in our bathroom anyway.)

I read Quack aloud with my now-12-year-old, and I have to say, we both thoroughly enjoyed it. I’m familiar with selective (and elective) mutism as concepts–have been for years–and our family is familiar with anxiety as a whole, so my girlie didn’t have any problems understanding Shady. I loved his older sister and best friend as narrators, and Pearl was in a class by herself–frequently unlikable and yet ultimately understandable (at least to some degree!). What makes Quack such a fabulous read, however, is the overriding concept. Who doesn’t want to read about an emotional support duck named Svenrietta?

You know, I’m just going to leave it there…because the answer should absolutely be NO ONE.

Aug 26, 2021 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on The Chauffeur Stage

The Chauffeur Stage

I’ve officially entered it, folks. On Monday two of my kiddos had appointments and one of them involved a shopping trip afterwards for her required planner for school. (She and her sister were also out of conditioner, which they told me after I’d already made trips to both Costco and Walmart that week.) On Tuesday my 7th grader tried out for her school play and yesterday they had callbacks, and I’ve been to two DIs already looking for cheap scriptures for my oldest to leave in her seminary cubby so she doesn’t have to haul her nice ones back and forth. Good times! In the meantime, I meant to write a review on Monday but was waiting until I finished my book, only my sister called when I had three pages left and I got distracted. Yesterday night I was intending to review the same (fully finished!) book after our church youth activity and just plain forgot, which is why it’s the 26th and I’m here reviewing Nia Gould’s A History of Art in 21 Cats. It’s less than 100 pages and light on text, but I spent a ton of time googling the artists mentioned, so it took way more time than I’d anticipated.

Essentially, Gould gives brief descriptions of 21 art styles/periods/movements (generally mentioning at least two major examples of each, although I felt like some descriptions missed some notable artists) with a cat depicting significant aspects of each style. She then explains the specific representative parts of the cat, often including a quote or two from artists mentioned, and there you have it–an actual (if not full, you understand) history of art in what are, in fact, 21 artistically rendered cats. If you’re looking for an easy jumping off point for the visual arts, this flock of felines has your back!

Aug 21, 2021 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Finishing the Read-Aloud

Finishing the Read-Aloud

It took most of the summer to finish reading Sofia Valdez and the Vanishing Vote to my youngest; after all, when summer vacation began, suddenly there weren’t any more lunches where it was just the two of us and I was desperately trying to get her to SIT DOWN AND EAT. (We read plenty together over the summer, mind you, but mostly picture books, while she’s been reading chapter books to herself.) Sofia’s talents are a bit more of a stretch for the ‘Questioneers’ series, but this tale of a class pet election and the logistics of the process thereof was both interesting and entertaining. Not being STEM-y myself, I enjoyed this one more than some of the others, and it’s possible that my kiddo did as well. Either way, though, the whole series is worth your time!

That said, I’m off to do more of my usual Saturday chores. Have a lovely day!

Aug 19, 2021 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Once I Got Over the Hump

Once I Got Over the Hump

My friend Andrea picked Jennifer A. Nielsen’s The Scourge for book club a few months ago, and this week the stars finally aligned for me to listen to the audiobook. (I wasn’t as enthusiastic about the plot at first, it being less my thing, but Andrea’s a pretty good judge of what I’m likely to enjoy anyway if I push through.) I admit, I was impatient to get past the one plot point that was making me crazy–purely in an “I’m an adult and I can see what’s coming and these are only kids but I just want them to FIGURE IT OUT already” kind of way–but once the book got there, it was an enjoyably adventurous ride from then on out. If you combine the idea of a leper colony with a country of unfair class systems and a suspicious government, adding to it a “only we know the truth and now we have to bring people together and save everyone and banter while we do it” sort of arc, you get a pretty solid idea of Scourge. Even not being my thing, it kept me reading (especially after the first third or so); I think its audience ought to love it. In the meantime, I’m going to return the audiobook and move on to the next book on my list!

Aug 17, 2021 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Day Two

Day Two

This is, in fact, my second day of being left to my own devices for the whole school day, and I’ve already been to the junior high (to deliver a forgotten Chromebook and lunchtime water bottle), the dollar store, my aunt’s house, the pharmacy, the post office drive-through, and the library. After lunch I get to exercise and put an angel food cake in the oven, but in the meantime, I finished reading the graphic novel that my birthday girl is getting today over an early first-course-of-lunch, which means that I really ought to review it before I wrap it. (Despite the 3 or more books already waiting to be reviewed.)

Allergic is the sort of graphic novel I’m delighted to find; my 12-today-year-old can read and reread it all she wants without me worrying that she’s spending too much time with the characters. (She DOES obsessively read graphic novels, so this is a concern. There are plenty of books out there that I’m fine with her reading but which don’t make great daily companions, you know?) Maggie is a thoroughly sympathetic main character, and while I wish there had been more consequences for her one major deception, it’s hard to be too hard on a girl who finds out, after picking out a puppy, that she’s allergic to animals with fur or feathers. (The poor thing wanted to be a vet.) As she learns to deal with her allergies, Maggie also learns how to deal with life shifts and friend struggles, and isn’t that the primary job (in many ways) of Allergic‘s intended audience?

I’ll let you know, but I’m hoping my girlie will love this one!

Aug 15, 2021 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Tomorrow…Tomorrow…

Tomorrow…Tomorrow…

Here I am again, folks. I’ve survived orientations and walkthroughs and parties and yard cleanup and laundry, and now tomorrow–TOMORROW!–is the first day of school. And not just any first day of school, but the first day of the school year in which my youngest starts FIRST GRADE.

As in, I’ll be home alone all day. (All school day, that is.)

You should see the list of things I’m hoping to do tomorrow.

That, however, is tomorrow. Tonight I’m finally reviewing Patricia MacLachlan’s Dream Within a Dream, which I finished days ago. It’s no secret that I love MacLachlan’s books, of course, and Dream was a lovely little read; Louisa and her brother are staying with their grandparents for the summer while their parents do their usual summertime traveling-for-their-careers. That’s nothing new, as far as it goes, but this summer their grandfather’s eyesight is failing–AND Louisa meets George. Dream is a story of family and friends and love in its many forms, old and new; the island setting particularly appealed to me, and while its almost-fairytale quality was unexpected, you have only to look at the title to realize that nothing about the book is unintentional.

I’ll be interested to know exactly what my turning-12-on-Tuesday-year-old thinks of it.

In the meantime, I’ll be tucking in my junior high and high school students now. Tomorrow morning is going to feel appallingly early!

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