if I stay gayle formanGayle Forman’s If I Stay made the rounds on book blogs when it was first released in hardcover. I noticed and it flitted around in the back of my mind for a long time. The problem is that plenty of good books flit around in the back of my mind waiting for a day when I’ll get around to reading them. I received a push in the direction of If I Stay when I found out that we’d be doing the sequel, Where She Went, for BlogHer Book Club later this month. I cannot knowingly read a second book without reading the first (though it has happened by accident on occasion).

It made me cry. Before breakfast.

If I Stay is a day in the life… erm… half-life? of Mia. She’s in her senior year. She’s a quiet and serious classical music fan who happens to be a phenomenal cellist. She, like many of us did in high school, never feels like she quite fits in. Not with her family, who are her physical opposites in addition to being serious punk rock fans. Her father was even in a band until her younger brother Teddy was born. Her boyfriend is also in a rock band that is just on the verge of maybe making it big. Life was getting complicated — as it does in those final months of high school — when absolutely everything changes in an instant.

Mia and her family are in a car accident that leaves her on the brink of death. She’s comatose and the book follows a whole day in what may be the last day of her life. We see Mia’s memories and her thoughts as she struggles to decide whether or not to stay in this world.

Forman’s book is wonder and sad and sometimes completely heartbreaking. There was one scene with her grandfather that just completely gutted me.  And I loved it. I really appreciate an author that can manipulate my emotions like that. I’m glad that I got the push I needed to bump this one to the top of my reading list. And I don’t think I’ve ever said this about a book before — it really made me want to listen to Yo-Yo Ma.

 

Unfortunately I cannot participate in Dewey’s 24 Hour Read-a-Thon tomorrow. Bummer! It’s been awhile since I’ve been able to join in the fun. The last few times it’s fallen on travel weekends for me and it is again this time. I’ll be in the car all day while you are having fun (but that’s ok because I’ll be having tons of fun once we reach our destination). I’ll be reading if I can (sometimes I get motion sickness and can’t) but I’m not officially signing up.

If it’s your first Read-a-Thon I’ve shared Sassymonkey’s tips for a successful Read-a-Thon on BlogHer. Here’s a peek!

Variety is Key: The Read-a-Thon sounds like a great chance to catch up on those books you really need to read and it can be. I’ve used it to dig into my stack of review copies and catch up on library books. Between those books though, and especially later in the day, it can be really great to turn to something totally different than what you usually read. Mix some lighter books in with the heavier stuff. My ideal Read-a-Thon pile would include some of those books I really need to read but also a selection of young adult, middle grade, and graphic novels. A few romance novels can go a long way to bring back the fun factor when I’m feeling tired. I like to jump between modern, historical and fantasy settings. I don’t want to feel like I’m reading the same thing all day unless…

Hop on over to BlogHer to read the rest and have a very, very happy Read-a-Thon

 

 

Yes, it’s time for another edition of Rapid Reviews, a.k.a OMG how did I get so far behind???

  • Lola and the Boy Next Door by Stephanie Perkins – I liked it but… I almost felt like it was a bad idea put Anna and St. Clair in the book because I couldn’t have been the only one that wanted to stay with them all the time, right?
  • The Future of Us by Jay Asher and Carolyn Mackler – I wanted to love this book but I thought it was only… ok? It’s a great concept for a book. Who wouldn’t have freaked out about getting a glimpse of their Facebook account after doing that long AOL CD install. But that was also the problem for me. I felt like the concept was the strength of the novel and not the characters.
  • Sass and Serendipity by Jennifer Ziegler – I think maybe I just need to stay away from Jane Austen retellings for a long time.
  • Hark! A Vagrant by Kate Beaton – Who doesn’t love Kate?
  • Citizens of London by Lynne Olson – I wanted to really like this book because I really loved Troublesome Young Men. I’m not sure what my problem was but it took me forever to read it. I often felt like she strayed too far from the three people she framed the book around, which is unavoidable to an extent. I also maybe got really tired of reading about everyone’s affairs.
  • A Life in Stitches by Rachael Herron – Fun collection of essays about knitting, yarn and life.
  • The King’s Speech by Mark Logue – You know how we book types always thing that that movies based on books aren’t as great? A book based on a movie is even less so — at least in this case.

 

 

Yay! It’s spring! And that means it’s time for the Once Upon A Time Challenge. Carl hosts the best challenges and this is one of the few challenges I’ve ever successfully completed. I can’t believe it’s been six years already! Wow!

I’m going to do Quest the Third which involves fulfilling the requirements for Quest the First or Quest the Second (reading 5 books that fit somewhere within the Once Upon a Time categories or reading 4 books total: one fantasy, one folklore, one fairy tale, and one mythology) and finishing it off with a June reading of Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream or a viewing of one of the many theatrical versions of the play. I’ll probably do the movie but there is something appealing about reading A Midsummer Night’s Dream while sitting on the deck in June.

Have you signed up for the challenge? What are you reading? Hit me with your book suggestions!

UPDATES:
Book the first! Born Wicked by Jessica Spotswood

 

son of neptune rick riordanI feel like hanging my head in shame. I read Rick Riordan’s Son of Neptune shortly after it was released. I remember Lee was going to the movies with his brother and father so I hitched a ride with him and got him to drop me off at the bookstore. I bought the book (erm and a couple of others), treated myself to lunch and a bit of reading. And when the movie still wasn’t over after that I sat on a bench outside the theatre in the fall sunshine and kept reading.

It was just so good to see Percy again! I liked the other characters in the Heroes of Olympus series. Jason is a good hero but he suffers from the syndrome called Not Percy and it just feels wrong to be in the Camp Half Blood world without Percy.

Percy isn’t quite the same guy we’ve gotten to know. He feels like he’s grown up a lot. Oh, he’s still a little bit rash and he still has a thriving dislike of people assuming they have authority over him (especially Juno/Hera) but he’s a little bit more thoughtful. He worries about the future a lot more, perhaps now because he thinks he might actually be able to have one with Annabeth. At least they might have a future if they could figure out a way to hide from all the monsters that want to kill them.

And there’s not just any monster after them right now but the biggest of them all. Gaia has set her sights on rising again and basically ruining the world as well a know it. That’s why Hera/Juno took Jason and Percy and switched them. It’s been awhile since I’ve read The Lost Hero but I feel like Percy remembered faster than Jason did.

There are lots of secrets in Son of Neptune. Juno/Hero has her own (as always). Percy’s new friend’s Hazel and Frank each have secrets. Hazel, it turns out, is Nico’s sister (Nico has to be involved, of course. Things just get too boring when he’s not around.) but that’s not her secret. Frank’s secret… man, I just loved what Riordan did with Frank’s background. It’s awesome. Like The Lost Hero, Son of Neptune is told from more by more than just one character so both of them get their chance to tell the story along with Percy.

But my favourite part of the whole book? Tyson. I love Tyson and it was great to see him again.

Now, how long do I have to wait for The Mark of Athena? Because it’s about darned time that Annabeth got a book.

 

 

we the animals justin torresJustin TorresWe the Animals is an interesting little volume. Emphasis on little — it clocks in at only 144 pages.

Three brothers tear their way through childhood — almost literally. There is something about the brothers that is familiar. They were left to fend for themselves, with little adult supervision, and it made them a bit rough and wild. It also made gave them a certain confidence, or perhaps a cockiness. Their parents loved them but their love for the boys was much like their love for each other — dark and occasionally violent. It was all that they knew.

Don’t let the length of the book fool you into thinking that We the Animals is a light book. It is not. It’s disturbing in parts but Torres manages to balance that with writing that is also beautiful. Like many people who have read We the Animals, I felt like the transition from child to young adult was a bit jarring and could have used a few more chapters to help the reader get there.

This is Torres’ first book and I look forward to seeing what he can do with a longer piece of fiction.

 

the dressmaker kate alcott patricia o'brienI was going through the new book releases recently and a book called The Dressmaker by Kate Alcott caught my eye. It has a lovely cover and then I noticed two things that interested me. First, it’s a novel about the Titanic. I spent much of last fall wondering why I wasn’t seeing more books about the Titanic in publisher catalogues (you all know it will be 100 years since it went down in April, right?). They are popping out of the woodwork now. The other thing that I noticed is that was by a debut author. I added it to my request list and didn’t give it much more thought until I found it that the debut author? Is not a debut author. Kate Alcott is a nom de plume.

I was flipping through some of my feeds and my twitter stream late last night when I came across a link a link to a New York Times article, “Patricia O’Brien (as Kate Alcott) Sells The Dressmaker.” O’Brien, who has published several other books, was racking up rejection after rejection when sending out The Dressmaker. She was being judged on past sales, which were not great. After being rejected by 12 publishing houses her agent suggested they shake things up a bit and submit it under a nom de plume. It sold to Doubleday in three days.

Nom de plume’s aren’t unknown in the publishing industry. My favourite is Nora Roberts. Nora Roberts is actually a pseudonym for Eleanor Marie Robertson. She switched to the shortened version of her name when she pitched to Silhouette after being rejected by Harlequin multiple times. She created yet another pseudonym when she wanted to move away from traditional romance novels to writing the more suspenseful novels that would become the “In Death” series. (It’s always fun to watch people’s reactions when they find out that JD Robb and Nora Roberts are the same person.) Meg Cabot, who publishes middle grade, young adult and adult novels has published under different names as well, including Jenny Carroll and Patricia Cabot. Even Mark Twain and Stephen King have used pen names.

But Roberts’ publisher knew that JD Robb was a nom de plume. Patricia O’Brien/Kate Alcott’s did not. According to the New York Times article it was only last fall, after the contract has been signed and the need for an author photo arose, that O’Brien’s publisher found out. While her publisher claims to be just fine with it, you can’t help but wonder what their immediate reaction to the news was — no matter what they are publicly stating.

For me, it also raises questions about how books are really being judged. As Patricia O’Brien all the author got was a stack of refusals. As Kate Alcott not only did the book sell in three days but also sold the translation rights in five countries (a first for her) and she got a pretty decent advance.

I know that publishing is a business. I know that publishers need to be worried about sales. I know that good books get rejected all the time. At the same time, when I hear about stories like this I can’t help but feel that sometimes we are judging the author’s name, not the piece of writing. I am also kind of disturbed that even after Doubleday knew the author was not a debut author, the book was presented as such. Even Kirkus touted it as a debut.

I don’t fault Patricia O’Brien. I’m sure I would have submitted under a nom de plume in her situation as well. She believed she had written a good book and based on how it was received by publishers after she stuck a new name on it, and the advance reviews I’ve read, she was probably right.

In our heavily connected internet world nom de plumes are harder and harder to conceal. We read author websites and twitter streams. We expect author events, be it in person or via skype. There are pictures and interviews and blogs. We expect to be able to see the authors we read.

While nom de plume’s might be good for getting a previously published author through the slush pile, and away from BookScan, are they still sustainable once the book goes out into the world?

 

the dollhouse murders betty ren wrightEvery now and then we like to go hunting for treasure in local thrift stores When comes to books that I read as a kid, there is one store where I regularly hit jackpot. (I once, on my birthday, found a Virago edition The Brontes Went To Woolworths for $1. Before Bloomsbury re-issued it, copies like the one I have used to go for insane prices on eBay.) On one of our last trips to this store I found a copy of Betty Ren Wright’s The Dollhouse Murders. At only $0.25 I couldn’t just leave it there, could I?

I liked creepy stories growing up but they couldn’t be too creepy or scare-the-pants-off-you scary. Stephen King’s Carrie? Fine. Stephen King’s It? Terrified of clowns to this day. This book was just enough creepy and not enough scary for me to have loved the pants off it when I was kid. It was interesting to re-read it so many years later. It’s still got some creep factors but it’s dated in other ways that don’t work so well and they were a bit distracting. A twelve-year-old child caretaking her younger special needs sibling by herself all the time? In a mall? No. Same twelve-year-old leaving the house in a fit of anger, hopping on her bike and not checking in for a few hours? Also probably a no.

The plot is simple enough. Amy is fed up with always having to take care of her younger sister Louann. She’s rarely allow to do anything without Louann and very few kids want to hang around with their younger siblings all the time. Amy really loves Louann, she just needs a bit of her own space and to not always have to babysit her. After a fight with her mother, her parents decide that Amy can stay with her Aunt Clare in the old family farmhouse. Little does Amy know that the farmhouse is full of secrets.

When Amy discovers a dollhouse in the attic that is an exact replica of the farmhouse she thinks it’s the most awesome thing ever. It even has dolls that look like the family members. Aunt Clare, who received the gift for her 15th birthday, never liked it. (I wouldn’t have liked getting it for my 15th birthday either.) The dollhouse is also not awesome and kind of terrifying. Late at night Amy hears weeping coming from the dollhouse and discovers that the dolls are moving around by themselves. She discovers, after going to the library and doing some research on microfilm (microfilm!), she discovers that her great-grandparents (who were raising her father and Aunt Clare) were murdered! Her father was in the house at the time but survived because her great-grandmother hid him. Aunt Clare had been out, but was the one to discover their bodies. The dolls are trying to tell Amy what happened that night…

Still totally creepy.

Have you read any of the books that creeped you out when you were a kid as an adult? Do you still find them creepy?

 

sally's bonesMackenzie Cadenhead’s Sally’s Bones was a book I picked up at the Sourcebooks booth at BookExpo America last May. It was one of the last books I read in 2011. (Yes, 2011. I am very, very behind.) Before spending time in the booth I wasn’t really familiar with their Jabberwocky line but if this book and The Quest of the Warrior Sheep are any indication of how fun the rest of the books are I kind of want to read them all. I loved this book.

Sally is a bit like many of us in that she’s just a bit different from the crowd. As I’m sure many of us remember, being different in sixth grade is its own special kind of hell. In Sally’s case, she loves death metal (my husband would approve) and blue jeans. While it may seem like nothing could make you feel more alone than being excluded by a bunch of catty sixth grade girls there is one thing that can — losing your mother.

One day when she is feeling alone and sad, Sally goes to visit her mother’s grave. After she pours her heart out, her mother is able to send her a message, and a gift, from beyond the grave. Sally suddenly finds herself in possession of a pet that will help her feel less lonely but it’s a bit of an unusual pet. He’s a dog but he’s a skeleton dog, who Sally promptly names Bones.

Sally tries to keep Bones a secret but have you ever tried to keep something a secret from sixth graders? Yeah. Exactly. Now imagine trying to keep a skeleton dog a secret. Unfortunately not only do people find out but Sally’s arch nemesis, Viola Vanderperfect, is one of them.

When dog bones start disappearing all across town everyone’s eyes turn to Bones. Will Sally be able to clear his name? Or will he fall into the hands of the dreaded Dog Catcher?

Sally’s Bones is a little bit darker than much of the middle grade fiction I’ve read lately. After all, we are talking about a girl who likes death metal and has a skeleton dog. But it also has a strong anti-bullying message. If the kid in your life can handle a slightly darker edge I think it would be a good book for kids who are struggling with bullying, especially those who have found some of the adults in authority positions to be less than helpful to their cause. I’ll be passing this one on to some friends to share with their kids.

If you suddenly found yourself in possession of an exceptionally loveable skeleton dog, what would you name it? 

 

below stairs margaret powellWhen I was in Toronto just before Christmas I took the opportunity to pop into Nicholas Hoare for some shopping. It’s one of my favourite bookstores. I love browsing there, especially in their history section. Something almost always catches my eye and this time it was Below Stairs: The bestselling memoirs of a 1920s kitchen maid by Margaret Powell.

I noticed it was recommended for fans of Downton Abbey and Upstairs, Downstairs, and while I haven’t watched either of them I own them both. (Yes. I have not watched Downton Abbey. And yes, I know it’s really, really good and no I don’t know why I’m procrastinating. Though it probably has something to do with piles of Dr. Who DVDs that I’m currently staring at…) Who doesn’t like a memoir that’s described as “feisty” to boot?

As the title suggests Margaret Powell, then Margaret Langely, was a kitchen maid. She had not desired to go into domestic service. She had attended school until her early teens and was even offered a scholarship that would have trained her to be a teacher. Margaret’s family didn’t have much money and were unable (or unwilling) to support her through teacher training so it was decided that she had best go into service. Since she hated (and wasn’t good at) sewing, her mother decided the best place for her would be in the kitchen. She was only 14.

Every now and then I dream of a large house. (Just think how many books could could fit into a large house…) But large houses are a lot of work and upkeep and sometimes, yes, require staff. That always brings me back to reality. Reading everything Margaret had to do each day made me exhausted. I am so happy I don’t have to get up at 5:30am to scrub my front steps. I’m also glad I don’t have brass on my front door or shoelaces that need to be ironed. Those are just the things she had to do before breakfast.

The life of a kitchen maid was one of drugery. I say with complete honesty that I could not do it. My hands wouldn’t be able to take it. (I am not being a delicate flower, I swear. However I have sensitive skin that does protest if I have to wash dishes more than once a day. The way my hands would look after a week of washing that many dishes? You wouldn’t want me in your kitchen.)

The work Margaret did was not easy — even when she moved up into a cook’s position she had long days of hard work. Things were changing , though and pople in service were starting to demand a little bit more  for themselves. Margaret was able to get more time off and the occasional benefit that would not have been available even ten years earlier. Some of her employers seemed genuinely concerned that their servants were happy while others really didn’t care. No matter how good the employer was, there was always a divide between “us” and “them.”

Through her years of service Margaret kept her sense of self and her love of reading. She never forgot that this was not something that she wanted to do for her whole life and did, eventually, find her way out.

I am glad to see that Powell’s book is regaining attention thanks to the interest in that era and of the lives of both the people who inhabited upstairs and downstairs of those big, magnificent houses. I’m going to keep my eyes open for her Climbing the Stairs: Further tales of a 1920s kitchen maid.

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