“Waiting On” Wednesday is a weekly event, hosted at Breaking the Spine, that spotlights upcoming releases that we're eagerly anticipating. This week's pre-publication “can't-wait-to-read” selection is:
by Gayle Forman
Synopsis from Goodreads:
International bestselling author Gayle Forman's trademark humor and insight abound in this masterful adult debut, showing us that sometimes you have to leave home in order to find it again.
For every woman who has ever fantasized about driving past her exit on the highway instead of going home to make dinner, for every woman who has ever dreamed of boarding a train to a place where no one needs constant attention--meet Maribeth Klein. A harried working mother who's so busy taking care of her husband and twins, she doesn't even realize she's had a heart attack.
Afterward, surprised to discover that her recuperation seems to be an imposition on those who rely on her, Maribeth does the unthinkable: She packs a bag and leaves. But, as is so often the case, once we get to where we're going, we see our lives from a different perspective. Far from the demands of family and career and with the help of liberating new friendships, Maribeth is finally able to own up to secrets she has been keeping from those she loves and from herself.
With big-hearted characters who stumble and trip, grow and forgive, Leave Me is about facing our fears. Gayle Forman, a dazzling observer of human nature, has written an irresistible novel that confronts the ambivalence of modern motherhood head-on.
Publishing September 6, 2016 by Algonquin Books.
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
I loved the first Peter Lovesey I read, Another One Goes Tonight, so I thought I wanted to read more of his, and when I saw the first book in his historical mystery series was about pedestrianism, which I read an entire book about last winter, it was a certainty.
It certainly felt authentic. There is plenty of 19th century slang, and the main detective, Sergeant Cribb, has these crazy whiskers that I had to look up to understand. It's interesting to see the footwork that had to go into detecting in those days—while trying to track down which pharmacies might have sold a poison and to whom, instead of simply accessing a database, they had to send police officers all over town to look at handwritten books. But it's also great to see that there was organization enough to do that. One funny thing was the lack of urgency since this was a six-day race (with the winner walking nearly 500 miles) and the murderer surely was involved with the race in some way and therefore the detectives didn't have to rush (until the last day.)
The language could be a bit tricky at times, and Lovesey doesn't explain any of the authentic items from the day, so often I would just go with it, assuming that whatever was unfamiliar to me wasn't crucial to the storyline and instead was just for atmosphere. But occasionally the language left me floundering a bit. Maybe if the book were longer, I would have gotten more immersed and found that it flowed better. But it didn't need to be any longer at all. It was a lightweight story and was the perfect length. Cribb and his assistant Thackery were great, and pretty funny. I especially liked when twice Cribb made Thackery, not a thin man, participate in the race in order to interview one of the participants. The pedestrians mostly were a lump that you ignored but the two superstars, and then three others (particularly the odd little doctor) were well-developed and good characters.
Honestly, if you'd told me this book was written in 1885, I would believe you. It was a fun, diverting read.
This book is published by my employer, Soho Press.
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Hope always wanted to be a scientist. Her father was a science instructor at a community college and she loved his lab when she was a little girl. She grew up and went to college and got her doctorate and became a tenure-track professor. In college she met a younger science student, Bill, who she hired as a lab assistant and who stuck with her throughout her career. She eventually focuses on paleobiology, mostly on dirt and trees. You might think that sounds boring but trust me—it's fascinating. At one point she and Bill are in Northern Canada looking into a prehistoric deciduous forest. Obviously at the time this existed, the poles were much warmer than they currently are, but she's baffled and impressed with how the trees dealt with the 3 months of constant sun and 3 months of constant dark. Do the trees have a special ability they've been hiding for several thousand years? Or were they impressively adaptive?
Hope has a real way with explaining science accessibly and even in a fun way. I noted quite a few quotes, which I hadn't expected in this type of book. She struggles with personal relationship aside from with Bill, which she partly attributes to her upbringing with Scandinavian parents who talk little and never about feelings, and partly we find out later, due to her bi-polar. Although eventually she does marry and even has a child (which is tricky with her diagnosis as she has to go off her meds.)
I wish this book were twice as long. I very much hope that Dr. Jahren is writing a second (and third) book. This one was terrific. If you like science at all, and if you like memoirs, you must check out this book.
I got this book out of the library on my cruise ship, Oceania Regatta.
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Book Review: Raising the Barre: Big Dreams, False Starts, and My Midlife Quest to Dance the Nutcracker by Lauren Kessler, narrated by Hollis McCarthy (audio)
I was captivated the minute I saw this book in a bookstore. However, I didn't read the description and I assumed it was something like what Sarah's mother did, and that misunderstanding meant I liked the book a little less, although that's no fault of the book.
Instead, Lauren was like me and took ballet as a child. Unlike me, she had dreams of being a professional that lasted beyond first grade. But then she quit before I did because, at the time she needed to dramatically increase her ballet immersion if she were to pursue a professional career as an adult, instead her teacher told her mother that Lauren had no hope of that, mostly due to her body type. Unbeknownst to both of them, Lauren overheard the conversation which hurt her deeply. She quit that day.
But she still loved the ballet. She saw many, but especially the Nutcracker which she saw every year in her hometown of Portland, OR. And one year her husband went off to Paris on a long business trip in December without Lauren, and she decided to splurge and see a half dozen Nutcrackers all around the country. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. So she spoke to the president of the company that performs Portland's Nutcracker every year and got her to agree that Lauren could dance a role in the next year's performance.
Well that's a little crazy. It's never mentioned but surely she partly agreed for the publicity angle, otherwise there's zero reason to agree to let a stranger, middle-aged, slightly overweight, not in ballet shape, who hasn't danced in about 30 years, do this. But she does. And Lauren then spends the bulk of the book procrastinating, doing exercising she knows is wrong, and pre-pre-pre-preparing for ballet. I have a quibble with how late she finally took adult ballet, considering how much faith the company was putting in her and how remarkable this opportunity was. She then spent a lot of time complaining about her body, especially her arms, while not apparently doing much about them, and while talking about how awful it is when women complain about their bodies. Sigh. But then she got up to when she was rehearsing with the company and I really enjoyed that. She got to know most of the professional dancers and they all had fascinating stories (I wish, in fact, she'd gotten into that more.) I loved the history of The Nutcracker, which is king of kooky (and meant I got a trivia question right later that week!)
Overall, while the book was uneven, I did enjoy it. It's great for any former ballet students who once had aspirations that have since been dashed. It's for the former snowflakes and former soldiers everywhere (yep, those are the roles I had in the junior ballet in my youth.) I wish she was a little less obsessed with "leos" (is that really how people talk about leotards today? It sounded affected.) and partly, the narration might have impacted how I found her to be somewhat self-obsessed and smug. Maybe print would have been better. But I still am glad I read it.
I checked this downloadable eaudiobook out of the library.
Thursday, August 25, 2016
That said, these walks get boring, fast. Right now it's glorious to walk down shady streets of slate sidewalks between beautiful Victorian homes. But eventually I'm going to be thinking, "Yep, it's the purple one again. And when will the blue house mow their lawn? And why is there always furniture in front of the yellow house for trash pickup? Do they have any furniture left in the house? Where does it come from?" And I find that when walks get boring, they get slow. Ms. Horowitz postulates the opposite--that when walks are boring they go quickly--but that's not at all my personal experience. When there's nothing to entertain me, they're interminably long. Therefore, I plan to stave that off, partly by reading this book! Ms. Horowitz walks a city block (mostly the one in her NYC neighborhood which is a triangle, not a square, so 3 streets) with 11 "experts." Now, the experts vary in expertise. One in her toddler son and one is her dog. But one is an expert in fonts and lettering, one on stones and rocks, and one on ordinary city animals like raccoons. They all opened my eyes. The doctor could diagnose skeletal problems just by people's gaits. The stone guy could identify not just the type of rock on the side of each building, but he knew where it was from ("Knoxville, Tennessee limestone.") The lettering on the recently defunct NYC Taxi logo really infuriated the lettering expert. Her son was fascinated by stand-pipes.
I wish she's delved deeper. I wish she'd had an architect as some of the buildings are just stunning, even decrepit and vacant ones. I wish she'd had an expert in garbage. (No, I'm not being funny.) I wish she'd had a psychiatrist to talk about the homeless problem and to tell me if the guy on 32nd St. and 6th Ave. who dances in the street to his headphones is just happy and energetic, or if he has mental issues I should worry about.
But it was a lot of information in a relatively thin book. I should have parceled it out over a longer timeframe. Instead I was looking at and listening to everything all at once instead of just one at a time. This book will keep me interested in my commute and actively participating instead of zoning out, for many months to come. It is a slow read ideally, so be prepared for that. Also, I wish ALL of the walks had been on the same blocks and unfortunately they weren't--sometimes she went to the experts instead of them coming to her. But I really enjoyed it. Mostly we think about walking in the woods, and it's refreshing to read about walking in the city.
I checked this book out of the library.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Book Review: Make the Bread, Buy the Butter: What You Should and Shouldn't Cook from Scratch -- Over 120 Recipes for the Best Homemade Foods by Jennifer Reese
The recipes look great. They're generally do-able, and the ones that aren't, she says up front. She doesn't only look at the cost (and when she does, she figures out what it REALLY costs including if you have to buy special equipment or a really expensive ingredient that you will never use up over a lifetime) but she also looks at the pain in the ass factor. Some things might be cheaper to make but take forever or are really, really hard and easy to screw up.
Personally, I had wanted this book to be able half memoir and half cookbook. To my chagrin, it was more like 15% memoir. I did end up reading the entire thing (okay, I skimmed the recipes but I did skim them, not skip them!) But my husband was thrilled as he loved the recipes and didn't care much about the memoir parts (although he was sad when she had to get rid of her second goat who cried nonstop when they got her.) So it was a great choice for us, and I look forward to eating some of the food here!
Initially I checked this book out of the library, but when my husband saw how excellent the recipes were, we ordered a copy from our local independent bookstore, Watchung Booksellers.
Monday, August 15, 2016
Admittedly, I am also biased because I lived in Queens for almost five years. Now I lived in a completely different part, but it was still fairly working class (at that time. Astoria has gotten very trendy in recent years.) But I appreciate so much her wanting to freeze in time a much overlooked borough.
Tara was a world-class tomboy, not just good at spots but at running away and punching, but always good-natured. Her parents divorced when she was little and she lived during the week in a small apartment with her mother, surrounded by extended family, every other weekend at her father's, which was basically a shack, way out almost near JFK airport, and other weekends with her mother at her mother's boyfriend's house on Long Island, which was a very fancy estate and she'd be picked up in a limo. Luckily, that didn't faze her, she didn't have pretensions on those weekends and feel like she was slumming it with her father, nor did she resent either parent's situation. She just accepted it and moved on. Eventually her father, a cop, remarried. And her mother's boyfriend lost most of his money. But Tara, in this rough and tumble life, learned to love reading and writing, despite turning into a quintessential bad girl and getting kicked out of school.
Her voice, as I said, was distinctive and I hope that comes through as well for people who are only reading her on the page. She is a bundle of energy and her spitfire passion for her family and her home shines through on every page.
I received this ARC for free at a NAIBA event, provided by the publisher.