the survival kit donna freitasI knew I had to read Donna Freita’s The Survival Kit after reading Kelly’s review of it at Stacked. When Kelly says something is pitch perfect I sit up and pay attention. She has never steered me wrong.

Rose’s mother dies at the end of Rose’s sophomore year of high school. It was her second round of cancer. She beat it back the first time and everyone was convinced that she’d beat it again. When she didn’t it came as a shock to all of them and left them in pieces. Rose’s father escapes with booze. Rose’s brother goes back to college. And Rose just doesn’t escape at all. She keeps her family together but keeps herself mostly closed off. She has just one thing that helps her feel — the survival kid her mother left for her.

Rose’s mother was famous for her survival kits. She was an elementary school teacher who always thought the first day of school was harder on the parents than the children, so she made the parents a survival kit including, most famously, a paper kite. Rose’s survival kit contains several items including a kite, an iPod and a crystal heart. Rose spends the next year working through her survival kit. She learns to love people again.  Rose’s mother left her the items to help her rebuild herself.

Rose’s progression from a state of deep grief to one where she was able to find happiness again was believable. At times it felt like it was going a wee bit too fast and then something would happen that would set her back a couple of steps. That felt right, as did her complicated relationship with Chris and her budding interest in Will.  And I must say, as a hockey fan, it was darned nice to see a hockey player with in a major role in the book — even if at one point I really wanted someone to give him a good hard check into the boards.

The Survival Kit is good, solid contemporary young adult novel that I really can’t recommend enough. And I love the idea of the survival kits themselves.

Who would you make a survival kit for and what would you put in it?

 

I’ve stepped back a bit from my romance reading rut of a few weeks ago and well, I’d like to tell you I’m balanced now but realistically I’m on a non-fiction jag.  I am still peppering my reading with the odd romance title here and there. One of the things that I like about romance as a genre is that I feel like romance authors are sometimes allowed to do things that other authors may not. A good example is Julia Quinn‘s Two Dukes of Wyndham series, though perhaps series is not the right word. Do two books count as a series when one is not the sequel? Hmmm…

the lost duke of wyndham julie quinnHave you ever read a book really wondered what the scene would be like from another character’s perspective? With Two Dukes of Wyndham Quinn tells us the story of Jack, a man who was raised in Ireland by his aunt after his parents died. He was born with the last name of Cavendish and then took the name of Audley, his aunt’s name. He grows up, leaves school, becomes a soldier and then later a highwayman. One night he stops a carriage containing the dowager Duchess of Wyndham and her companion Grace Eversleigh. It was an act that changes all their lives. You see, Jack Cavendish-Audley is the son of the duchesses second son. No one knew he existed. Now that they’ve found him, assuming his birth was legitimate, he is really the Duke of Wyndman.

mr cavendish i presume julia quinnMeanwhile that title is being held by Thomas Cavendish, the only son of the duchesses youngest son. Whom she loathed. She’s not so fond of Thomas either. (And no one at all is very fond of her. The dowager is a bit of a hag.) Thomas has spent his entire life knowing that he’d be the Duke of Wyndham. He’s also been engaged to one Lady Amelia Willoughby since she was six months old. He’s largely ignored her and she’s pretended not to care. Just when it seems that they are starting to get to know each other, and perhaps even fall for each other, Jack appears on the scene and all of their expectations come crashing down.

The Lost Duke of Wyndham is told from the alternating perspectives of Jack and Grace. Mr. Cavendish, I Presume is the exact same story told from the perspectives of Thomas and Amelia. Except it’s not really the exact same story. There are scenes that overlap and we get to see them different points of view and the overall story arc is the same… but they are two different stories.

I probably enjoyed The Lost Duke of Wyndham more but is it because I read it first? If I had read Mr. Cavendish, I Presume first would I have liked that more?

As a writing exercise I find it fascinating and it makes me wonder what other books I’d like to read from a different character’s point of view. What would Anne of Green Gables be like told from Gilbert’s point of view? Or Josie Pye? There is a glut of books out there about Pride and Prejudice as told from Mr. Darcy’s perspective (I rather like Pamela Aiden’s series) so I’ve stopped wondering about that. And yes, I would read Midnight Sun, Twilight told via Edward if it were to ever be published because I simply cannot help myself.

What books would you like to see told from a different perspective?

 

I believe in libraries. I think that they are integral to communities. I also think they are under-used and under-appreciated by many in their communities. In an effort to show, in hard cash, how valuable your local library can be, each year I sit down and I do math. (It seems that I may have missed 2010. Oops!) Since I started doing this my yearly number has never been less than $1000. Think about it. What would you do with an extra $1000 in your pocket?

So how do I do it? Well, I could just refer you my post on how the library saved me $1239.27 in 2009 but I’ve got you here right now so why send you away?

I track my books. Last year I started using Goodreads, which made it easier to track things on the fly but it doesn’t do everything I want it to do. So I still keep a spreadsheet which I cross-reference against my Goodreads account to make sure I’ve got all my books aligned. In my spreadsheet I have a column for “source.” If the book I finished reading came from the library I just made a note of it in that column. Easy! Then I just find out the cost of the book, add it up and I have a big old number staring at me.

Piggy Bank
Credit: Alan Cleaver
 

But here’s the thing about books — they have different prices everywhere you look. I can get a different price on Amazon.com versus Amazon.ca even. I also get a different price if I go into my local Chapters or if I buy from their online site. So how I decide what price to use? I go the easy route and use the cover price. I know, what you are going to say — no one ever pays the cover price. You’re wrong. (You’re also probably not shopping at local independent bookstores where they need to charge the cover price.) I also match formats. If I read the e-book, I grab the e-book price. Ditto hardcover, paperback, audio, etc.

There are, of course, other ways to calculate it. As I mentioned in my very first post on this topic in 2008, there are tools that you can use. The Maine State Library is just one of many that have a Library Use Value Calculator. Their calculator has me coming in at $1211. That is somewhat approximate because I had a make a guess about what they considered a children’s book. It may seem like my math is off when you look at that number but once you take into consideration the price difference between books in Canada and the US (ie. we pay more) the math is close. My calculation of $1390.81 is pretty solid. It’s also grossly inaccurate.

By saying that the library saved me $1390.81 I am lying. Blatantly. Yet I still stand by my math. Confused yet?

You see, the library actually saved me much MORE than $1390.81. When I was doing my calculations I only counted the books I actually finished reading.

That amount does not take into consideration all the books I check out and do not read. One reason I don’t read books I check out is time constraints but that’s not the only reason. Some of those books are ones that I thought sounded interesting but in reality were not my cup of tea. It does not take into account books I check out for reference purposes. It does not include any magazines I check out or the guidebooks I use to help plan our vacations. It doesn’t take into account the various databases and online services that normally exist behind a paywall but that my library card allows me to access.

My calculations do not take into the account the museum pass I borrowed that granted my husband and I free admission to a local museum. (Ok, yes I spent more than we would have paid in admission in the museum gift shop but let’s be honest — I would have done that anyway.)

It does not include the many DVDs we borrowed from the library over the year. We have borrowed everything from documentaries to new Hollywood releases to an entire season of Dr. Who. (We’re on the waiting list for more Dr. Who. It’s a long waiting list.)

Yes, the Ottawa Public Library saved me $1390.81 in 2011 but really, it saved me much, much more.

How much could your library save you?

 

the garden intrigue lauren willigI was cautious when I sat down to read Lauren Willig‘s latest installment of the Pink Carnation series, The Garden Intrigue. The cover is a bit different than the rest of the series. The title was a bit different. First of all, a garden in a not a flower even though it may be full of them. Secondly, I felt it needed an “of” — don’t you think that The Garden of Intrigue sounds more Pink Carnation-y than The Garden Intrigue? Exactly. So I was cautiously eyed it for several months before sitting down to read it.

Yes, several months. I’ve had this advanced review copy since October when I met up with Elizabeth in NYC before BlogHer Writers ’11. Elizabeth managed to get not one but TWO advance copies of this gem and was kind enough to share with me. It’ll hit store next month but the fact that I’ve had it since October… well, that shows some restraint don’t you think?

The Garden Intrigue has us back in France again. This time we’re right in Bonaparte’s court with Jane and Augustus, and the new (I think) addition of Emma Morris Delagardie. (It’s possible she was around in one of the earlier books and I don’t remember her.) Emma’s uncle was the American envoy in France so she came over with him and then she became afriend of Bonaparte’s stepdaugther at school. She ended up eloping with a Frenchman, had marital issues, and then just when they were starting to work then out her husband died. She’s been a bit aimlessly living in Paris ever since.

We’ve met Augustus Whittlesby in previous books. He’s the brooding poet — the brooding bad poet. He’s also a secret agent for England. Hidden in his many cantos are secret messages for the British War Office. He and Jane plot together, work together and Augustus sometimes wonders if they could be something else together. But then there’s Emma… maybe he’s meant to be with her and not Jane?

And as always, Bonaparte is up to something. Rumour is that he’s going to be named Emperor of France. But is that all he’s got up his sleeve? Jane will find out but what will happen with Augustus and Emma when she does?

And in the modern day romance — what’s going to happen to Colin and Eloise now that her time in England is almost through? Add in a film crew descending on Colin’s estate and you have the making for some modern day chaos.

My concerns about the content of the book based on the title and cover? Pfft. Gone within a few pages. As usual, I turned the last page and wanted more. Unfortunately. I have at least a year to wait. At least I already know it’s going to be about Miss Gwen! Yes, Willig found a man who can stand up to the mighty parasol! Though I do hope that it will happen in England. I miss seeing the other Pink couples.

Disclaimer: This review is based on an ARC I received by a third-party.

 

a christmas carol charles dickensYou knew that Charles DickensA Christmas Carol had to be on this somewhere, right? While I’m always a huge fan of Dickens (we shall not discuss how many times it took me to get through A Tale of Two Cities) I unabashedly love A Christmas Carol. I think we can blame Mickey’s Christmas Carol for that. Followed but the Muppets Christmas Carol. (Unsurprisingly, we own both.) A Christmas was not complete until I have been blessed by Tiny Tim least three times.

A couple of years I was able to spend a day listening to it as an audiobook while I puttered around, doing some Christmas baking and wrapping gifts in front of the fireplace. If you haven’t had the experience of simply listening to A Christmas Carol I highly recommend it.

Happy Christmas everyone.

 

the mischief of the mistletoe lauren willigAll this last week I’ve been pointing out some of my favourite Christmas books and they’ve all made me want to drop everything and read them but perhaps none more so than Lauren Willig‘s The Mischief of the Mistletoe. I love Turnip! No, not the kind you eat. I actually quite dislike that turnip. I’m talking about Turnip Fitzhugh, the hero of this lovely little book.

Turnip has been a favourite of mine since he popped up as a minor character in The Masque of the Black Tulip. He is… well, he’s a dandy. A dandy that dresses in horrid pink overcoats and decorates himself with carnations. It also frequently appears that he has fluff for brains. Turnip is completely loveable though, much the same way you may love Wodehouse’s Bertie Wooster. I always thought that there must be more to Turnip, that he deserved his own book and Willig delivers with The Mischief of the Mistletoe.

Starring along side Turnip is Arabella Dempsey, who just happens to be best friend with one Miss Jane Austen. Yes, that Jane Austen. Following a personal disappointment Arabella decides to teach at Miss Climpson’s Select Seminary for Young Ladies. Turnips sister just happens to be a student there and following a mishap with a Christmas pudding things start to look up for both Turnip and Arabella.

So. Much. Fun.

Earlier this year Willig released a follow-up novella called Away in a Manager. And fans of the series won’t want to miss Ivy and Intrigue either. Both novellas are available for purchase as e-books through the usual suspects or as a free read on Lauren Willig’s website.

 

I am struggling this Christmas. Maybe it’s because we had a really busy year and I’m a bit tired. Maybe it’s because I am sick (stupid cold!). Maybe it’s because for the first time in my memory I’m likely to have a green Christmas.

I know that green Christmases are matter of fact for some of you. Plenty of places don’t have snow at Christmas. The reality of a green Christmas where they should be white is… different. While we do have a bit of green peeking out here and there it’s mostly just brown. And wet. And damp. And cold. And not really festive at all.

I don’t think I realized just how much I tied mounds of white snow to my Christmases. Until now.

I think it’s because, one way or another, I compare Christmases to when I was a kid. When I was a kid there was lots and lots of snow. Even when there wasn’t mounds of snow, because of the way our house was surrounded by fields we tended to have drifts that were perfect for mini snow forts. Christmas was a day to play with new toys, eat chocolate and then when you were nice and wired get sent outside to burn off that energy. Perhaps with a new sleigh.

Because I’ve known snowy white Christmases all my life I’ve used to the way Christmas lights reflect off of it at night. To use a Christmas-y word, they glisten. Snow was just part of of the Christmas magic.

It’s just snow. It doesn’t make or break Christmas. Christmas will come with or without it. Presents will be opened. The cat will sit in the middle of the kitchen as we cook dinner and hiss at anyone that comes near her. There will still be a fire in the fireplace and way too much food the table. And at the end of the day, after the family leaves, we’ll sit on the couch with full bellies and fall asleep. Snow has no part of any of that.

But for now, like Bing Crosby, I’m dreaming of a White Christmas. After all, Christmas is the season for miracles.

 

the stupidest angel christopher mooreI adore Christopher Moore. (Hey, that rhymes!) He is a Sassymonkey favourite. He was the first author to ever reply to one of my emails. Lamb was the first book I ever gave Lee (it was a litmus test) and it was during a local reading that we received the text message that told us we got our house. Christopher Moore is a good time and so is The Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror.

I think I can sum up The Stupidest Angel in two words – Christmas zombies.

Need more? Fine. Little Joshua is hoping for a Christmas miracle. You see, he’s pretty sure he saw Santa take a shovel to a head. His Christmas wish is for Santa to come back from the dead. Archangel Raziel hears his wish and, not being the smartest angel in heaven, the next thing you know everything’s coming up zombies. Nobody’s perfect, right? It’s a whole different kind of Christmas party.

Just remember — first you feast, then Ikea.

 

letters from father christmas j r r tolkienIt seems only appropriate that I talk about J.R.R. Tolkien‘s Letters From Father Christmas on the same day as they release the first trailer for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey. I didn’t mean to plan it this way, it just happened. A happy coincidence. Serendipity.

Tolkien clearly had one heck of an imagination and he had no qualms about sharing it with this children. His children would send letters to Father Christmas and in the Tolkien household, Father Christmas would write them back. Sometimes they were fun little notes. Other times they contained adventure stories. And at one point Father Christmas even faced an attack from goblins.

Cute and whimsical it’s a must for Tolkien fans. And maybe it will inspire you to write your own letters from Father Christmas.

 

Lemony Snicket The Latke Who Couldn't Stop ScreamingGrowing up I didn’t know much about Chanukah. My little province didn’t even have a synagogue. Everything I knew about Judaism came through the characters in books that I read. It wasn’t until I left home and moved to a big city that I really learned about Chanukah. What I’m saying is, I really could have used Lemony Snicket‘s The Latke Who Couldn’t Stop Screaming.

Lo and behold the miraculous birth of a potato pancake. The poor little latke starts screaming as soon as he’s cooked because no one will listen to him and his role in the celebration of Chanukah. The candy cane, the flashing lights… they are all so taken up with Christmas. They tell poor little latke that he’s basically hash browns and should be served with the Christmas ham. The horror! A lovely, if satirical, story about how Chanukah is simply not the Jewish Christmas and it’s not about presents.

I need a copy. And latkes. Mmmm latkes.

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