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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Tell Me What to Read: Round 4

Unbelievably, one month of school is done. September is over tonight.

So, time for the next round of Tell Me What to Read (this is, unbelievably, Round 4).

It can be any genre, any age level, and have been published last week or three hundred years ago. You can pick it because it's a book that everyone should read or because it changed your life or because it is great literature or just because it entertained you. You can DEFINITELY suggest the same book you suggested last month.

Here's how it goes:
  1. Comment with the title of one book you think I should read (any book you want). One title only, please, lest my brain explode.
  2. I'll select one comment at random and announce it on the blog later this week
  3. On the off-chance that I've already read the book you select, I'll contact you and ask for a follow-up suggestion (make sure there is a way to contact you either by blog or email).
  4. I'll get a copy of the book and read it by the end of October.
  5. I'll write a review of it here. Even if I hate the book, I will not hate you.
And. . .go!

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

National Book Festival Extravaganza

Saturday was the long awaited National Book Festival in DC. I got a little nervous when I suddenly realized that we were going to have to get up at 4:45 A.M in order to catch our flight, but when we walked out the door, onto the dark streets, Bart and I turned to each other and said, almost at the same time, "This is an adventure!"

And it was. Our flight into Baltimore was quick, we picked up our rental car without much delay, parked at the Metro station and arrived at the book festival shortly after it got started. When I saw the back of Shannon Hale's head on the stage, I knew it was worth getting virtually no sleep.

Also, did I mention Kayla was there? With her baby and her mom? It was pretty much the best day ever.

One of the strangest things about Kayla is how not weird it is to be together. I kind of forget we don't see each other much. As in, about four times ever.



This was how we spent most of the day. This is James Swanson talking about his book Chasing Lincoln's Killer. We sort of just stumbled on his speech, but he totally sold me on the book. And then I remembered I had a copy at home on my bookshelf. Woot!



Shannon Hale and her daughter, Maggie. She was awesome - very funny, extremely well-prepared and did more than just talk about her newest book.

We also saw Kadir Nelson, Sharon Robinson, Paula Deen, Jon Scieszka, Lois Lowry, and Sharon Creech.

The weather turned horrible, though, during Sharon Creech's speech and the tents were getting really crowded and we decided to go see the White House instead.




And just to prove Bart came too:


We grabbed some dinner (where a guy welcomed us to DC by trying to swindle Bart unsuccessfully), caught the T back to our car, and were back home by 9:30.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith

8 of 10: A classic for a reason. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is the ultimate coming of age story.

The first book I listened to on CD when I moved here was Angela's Ashes. I know it's practically heresy to say so, but, um, I deeply disliked it.

And when I started A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, I suddenly worried it was more of the same. Same horrible poverty, same alcoholic father. I had just sat through four discs of this, could I really do another thirteen CDs?

But whereas I could never find it in my heart to like Frank much at all, I fell in love with Francie.

The book really isn't just about Francie, though. It's about her whole family. After a brief introduction to Francie, the story backs up and you get the entire story of Francie's parents and their parents, the histories of their various siblings until you finally arrive back at the point the story began with. By the time the book ends, you'll probably know more about Francie's family and personal life than you do about your own.

Parts of this book reminded me of Louisa May Alcott's books or Laura Ingalls Wilder's series with the descriptions of the food or clothing or living conditions, which I loved as a child and still find a ridiculous amount of pleasure in, but this book has far more mature themes and I'm not surprised (nor do I regret) that I didn't read this book as a child.

Riding the T the other day, on my way to the airport, I glanced over at what the person sitting beside me was reading and could tell from the page that it was A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Oh, did I feel smart and cultured.

This is a book I'm glad to have read, simply because it is so famous and so beloved. But it is also a book I'm glad to have read because it is so rich and powerful.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Look Once, Look Twice

I don't often get that "you look JUST like my sister/friend/daughter/granddaughter/famous person/not-actually-famous-person-from-a-totally-obscure-soap-opera" comment.

But, of course, every once in a blue moon someone DOES say I look just like that one girl from that old TV show, what's her name? And I know what's coming.

Melissa Joan Hart. From Sabrina the Teenage Witch.



What do you think?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Cheeseheads

Bart and I went to Wisconsin this weekend. People kept saying, "Really? Wisconsin!?" but I've been excited about this trip for weeks.

I was born in Milwaukee and we lived near Madison until I was almost seven. My dad grew up there and his parents lived in the same house until about ten years ago. Wisconsin isn't just a slightly fuzzy area in the middle of the US map to me. I love that state.

I flew in late Friday night (Bart was already there for work) and we spent the night in a lovely hotel right downtown (thank you, Priceline!) and then spent the morning wandering around the riverwalk and sitting on the rocks along the lake. Plus, eating the most massive pancakes at a tiny diner.












And then, the bit I was most looking forward to. When we lived in Wisconsin and every time we returned to visit my grandparents, we went to Edward's Apple Orchard in the fall, right around my birthday. It was one of our very favorite places, and when I realized we were going to be there in the fall, I insisted we make the trek across the border into Illinois and visit it.








It was divine. The apple pie and ice cream, with caramel sauce was even better than I'd remembered (it'd been ten years since our last visit). The weather was beautiful, there was a live band playing, and everything was just perfect.

Finally, we drove up to the town my dad grew up in. We drove by his parents' old house which looked pretty much the same (oh, how I miss that house still).



Afterward, we met up with my dad's best friend from high school and his wife who still live just a few blocks from my grandparent's old house. We walked through their neighborhood to a local restaurant, had a lovely dinner with them and then spent the night at their house and had a terrific breakfast of blueberry and apple pancakes before heading out to Chicago to spend the afternoon with Bart's aunt and uncle there.


It was the perfect weekend trip - full of friends and family and great food, but also leisurely and relaxing. I couldn't ask for a better birthday weekend.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Gas

You know that I'm pretty sold on Boston already. Between the good grocery store, the terrific job, and the not-heinous drivers' license, I don't have a lot to complain about.

Except one thing: full-service gas stations.

Every single gas station I've been to here has an attendant who runs up to fill up your tank when you pull in. And I hate it.

I want to pump my own gas. I don't want to have to tell the guy a dollar amount of gas I want; I just want to fill my own tank up until it's completely full and the nozzle shuts off. I want to just push the lowest grade of gasoline button in peace, rather than having to admit out loud that I never ever ever buy a better grade of gas.

Just like it did when I was sixteen, pumping my own gas makes me feel like an adult (it doesn't take a lot for me, does it?).

I know by looking online that there are a few gas stations around here that are not full-service but are indeed self-serve, so I know it's not a law here like it is in other states.

And you can bet the second I finish this post, I'm going to find out where they are and only go there from now on.

Until it's winter, of course, at which point I'll probably be praising this full-service system like there's no tomorrow.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Great Librarian Overlord

Some of you already know how super crafty and awesome my sister, Merrick, is. She makes great embellished t-shirts (why yes, I did get one for my birthday; how did you guess?) and sweaters, and cute drawings for my bathroom (also, self? where is that thing anyway? Time to open the last two boxes).

Anyway, she added to her repertoire of clever gifts this year with these lovelies:

If these are not the most fantastic book plates you've ever seen, well, I'll be amazed.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Waterfire

Over Labor Day weekend, we headed out for a Saturday of fun and frivolity.

First stop: the outlet malls. I had a gift card for Gap that I won over at Definitely RA's blog that was burning a hole in my pocket and we figured there would be some good holiday sales.

It was, both happily and unhappily, also tax-free weekend. The place was an absolute MAD HOUSE. Bart finally dropped me off and ended up parking across the street, after circling the (very large) outlets twice.

Gap card spent (hello, two new sweaters and some slacks for Bart! Welcome to our humble abode. Curse you, Gap, for never having anything that fits me very well!), we decided to leave the state.

After three years in Texas, where the nearest state border is hours away, it was pretty awesome to drive fifteen or twenty minutes past the outlets and find ourselves in Rhode Island.

Providence has a big production, called Waterfire, that they put on several times a summer, where they light big floating bonfires on the river. They burn for nearly five hours, with gondolas floating around, classical music playing, and food stands like you cannot BELIEVE nearby (a pastry shop was selling homemade Almond Joys the size of a potato. I stupidly didn't buy one).

We got there an hour or so before it was supposed to start, so we parked and then wandered around Brown campus, which was lovely. I felt very Ivy-Leaguish. Also small, as you can see in that picture.


Eventually, as the sun was setting, we headed over to the canal to watch them setting up the bonfires. There are DOZENS of them all up and down the canal and it was pretty fun to wander around and see all the preparations.

And once the burning and singing and music finally began, it was quite a sight to see.


If you come visit on a weekend that it's going on, I'll probably force you to go. And maybe buy me a potato-sized Almond Joy.

Monday, September 14, 2009

24

Happy Birthday to me.

It's only been a few hours, but it's already been a fantastic day.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Eating Out

Are you familiar with Restaurant.com?

The basic idea is that you can buy a gift certificate to a restaurant at a deeply discounted price. The restaurant gets a customer they might not have otherwise, and you get a cheaper meal. There is usually some sort of clause on it (can't be used on Valentine's Day, you must spend at least $35, minimum of two entrees, etc).

Bart and I are big fans.

We bought a few for when we went to San Francisco, we used it several times in Texas, and now we're thrilled to be in Boston where they have about 100 participating restaurants.

On Friday night, we went down to Back Bay and wandered along until we found the restaurant we'd bought our gift certificate to earlier in the week (a $25 gift certificate for $3).

The restaurant was Kashmir, a reasonably upscale Indian restaurant and we sat outside, where the weather was perfect. Because this restaurant had a dollar amount we had to spend, rather than a minimum number of entrees, we only ordered one entree and then a bunch of appetizers and side dishes to take us up to $35.

We had:
  • Tiny cups of Tomato and Coconut Soup (complimentary)
  • Vegetable Pakoras (chopped vegetables rolled in crushed chickpea batter and fried).
  • Aloo Tikki (little fried potato patties with cold chopped vegetables and sauce over the top)
  • Chicken Tikka Masala
  • Naan Bread (Bart said it was the best naan he's ever had)
  • Apricot and Coconut stuffed Naan bread (I always want to try the sweet naan bread at any Indian restaurant).
It was a delicious dinner and we only ate about half of it, so they packed the rest of it up and we had it for lunch the next day. Afterwards, we walked down through the Apple Store, Anthropologie, and past the Boston Public Library before catching the T back home. A perfect night in Boston.

Plus, our entire dinner, including the cost of the gift certificate, taxes, and a generous tip (on the pre-discounted bill) was only $26. Hard to beat.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

On the Wings of Heroes by Richard Peck

9 of 10: Another stellar, gorgeous, want-to-read-this-to-my-children-and-maybe-send-it-out-as-a-Christmas-gift kind of book, On The Wings of Heroes proved to me that Richard Peck has more good books than just his Grandma Dowdel series.

I know, I know; could the Richard Peck Love Fest get any bigger over here? Probably not. I just love his books so very much.

This book is about Davy Bowman. He's only about ten or eleven when World War II breaks out. Until then, his life has been idilic, playing hide-and-seek with the neighborhood children, his father joining in ("He's the biggest kid on the block, that Earl Bowman," the neighbor says of his father). They catch the pranksters at Halloween, and before the war, "it was always summer when it wasn't Halloween, or Christmas."

Then, one Sunday evening during dinner, they hear the announcement about Pearl Harbor on the radio and, as Davy describes it, "all the world before the war went up in far-off smoke and oil burning on water."

After Pearl Harbor, his brother Bill joins the US Air Force. Davy's father fought in WWI - an experience he won't speak about and still refuses to eat anything he ate in the trenches or wear a brown suit - and so to see his oldest son enlist is horrifying to him.

For Davy, life goes on in some ways the same as before - his brother was already moved out, so his absence is nothing new, but the worry and his parents obvious fear for Bill is always present. And school and his friends are the same, but now they spend time collecting metal or weeding the neighbor's victory garden.

World War II books for middle graders are a dime a dozen, but I haven't read many that connect WWI and WWII. That alone sets this book apart. And then Richard Peck's brilliant writing and warm sense of humor make it even better.

If you've read the Grandma Dowdel books (A Long Way From Chicago, A Year Down Yonder, and A Season of Gifts), you'll recognize a lot of the same kinds of elements in this book - the heartwarming along with the hilariously funny. No one does historical fiction like Richard Peck. You feel like you really are living there in the aftermath of the Great Depression or on the home front during WWII.

For me, this book had a little personal touch to it; as I mentioned, Davy's beloved older brother, Bill, joins the US Air Force. He's the bombardier, so he is up in the nose, which means he can see the ground below him. My mom's father was a US Air Force bombardier in WWII as well, flying missions mainly into Poland out of Italy during the final months of the war against Hitler. My grandpa rarely talks about the war - most of what I know about his service comes from my mom who remembers bits of what he told her - but I got all emotional reading about Bill, thinking how similar it was to my own grandfather. Bill's plane was a B-17, while my grandpa flew in B-24s.

Happy Veteran's Day, a few months early.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

In My (Teeny Tiny) Kitchen

I have been cooking up a STORM since we arrived in Boston, and I figured you probably have only 70,000 better things to do than read my menu, so why not share?

(Note: I have sadly, resigned myself to the fact that we'll be spending $50 a week on groceries here because it's just not quite as cheap. On the other hand, I now live near a Trader Joe's, so life evens itself out a bit).

Saturday
Sunday
  • Chicken Gyros. Oh my freaking heavens, these were so good. It was all I could do not to eat them all, but I was so so full. Plus, it meant there were some left for an after-school snack the next day.
  • Marinated Mushrooms. (I bought a cheap container of mushrooms at Trader Joe's and was determined not to let them go to waste).
  • Pineapple
Monday

  • Vegetable Quesadillas. I won't lie. These made me a little nervous. I was really happy when they turned out to be delicious (so much so, that I made them for a weekend lunch to use up the rest of the vegetables). I served them with this dip.
Tuesday

Wednesday
  • Chickpea Pasta. This is pretty much my favorite go-to dinner dish. It is so easy and SO good. I had the leftovers for lunch the next day. I used whole wheat pasta because it's so cheap at Trader Joe's. And, of course, makes me feel good about myself.
Thursday
Friday
  • Dinner out a fabulous Indian restaurant in Back Bay.
Saturday

  • Leftovers from said Indian restaurant.
Sunday

  • Breakfast for dinner. Or more like "almost-dessert for dinner." We'd had those vegetable quesadillas for lunch and were totally in the mood for something a little sweet. Also, I have apples from our road trip coming out my ears which are lousy for eating plain, but bake up deliciously.
  • This lemon pudding cake.
I also made these maple granola muffins. And eight loaves of this french bread to take around to the kind souls who helped drag all our belongings out of the moving van and into our apartment. Bless them all.

Also, have you noticed how I'm clearly obsessed with these two new cooking blogs: My Kitchen Cafe and The Sisters' Cafe? I basically won't need to look at a cookbook for weeks. Also, I have desserts planned from now until my first grandchild is born.

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Back to School

You lovely readers keep emailing or commenting and even texting me to ask how the first week of school was and if I'm loving it. In a word, yes. I love it.

It's kind of hard for me to put in words all my feelings about it. There are so many parts of it - the lesson planning, the 800 kids, the books, the meeting two schools' worth of teachers and administration and staff, and the lovely aides at both schools.

It's surreal, for one. I can hardly believe I'm the one planning my own lessons, standing up in front of the classes like an actual adult, giving book suggestions, checking the books out, and at the end of the day re-shelving books, turning off the computers, shutting off the lights, and locking up the doors. It's like I'm a real grown-up.

There have, of course, been a few kids and classes that are more difficult than others, but overall the kids have been delightful, and the classes manageable and well-behaved.

A few moments this first week that have been particularly awesome:
  • One fifth grade class came in to check out books. One girl showed me her selection, a book by Lois Lowry, that I hadn't read, but I told her I'd read four of her other books and really enjoyed them, so it was probably going to be good. Another girl had Harry Potter 6 - she'd just seen the movie and thought she might enjoy the book. I told her it was even better than the movie. The third girl picked up Ella Enchanted and I told her it was one of my all-time favorite books and that even my husband had loved it. She looked at me and said, "Wow, you know so much about books." Clearly, that made my week.
  • Two little first graders pulled out chairs and sat in them with a little stack of books in their laps. One of them said to the other, "Now I'm going to show you these books and then we'll read this one." I asked her what she was doing, and she beamed up at me and said, "We're pretending to be you!"
  • I read the first chapter of Swindle aloud to a fourth grade class, a class that had been a smidge rowdy during the lesson. I was sitting with my back to the clock, so after the first chapter, I turned around to see what time it was and about five kids cried out, "Read another chapter! You have time for another chapter!" And then they all sat like little church mice while I read a second chapter aloud. It was lovely.
I walk around thinking "I love my job." I come home and look forward to going back the next day. I can't help smiling wildly when some kid asks if they can check out the book I talked about during the lesson. Every single adult at both schools has been nice and helpful and professional. I am beyond impressed with the district I'm in.

I feel like the luckiest person in the world.

Friday, September 04, 2009

Hate List by Jennifer Brown

9 of 10: Hate List is not a book I would have expected to really enjoy, but the characterization and plot drew me in immediately. After five pages, I couldn't put it down.

I don't tend to be all that interested in those "issue" types of books, but I got a copy of this one somewhere and when I was looking for something to read, this one sort of leaped off our newly-unpacked shelves into my hands.

The story is told in first person by Valerie. She's just starting her senior year in high school and she is almost sick with anxiety about it all because the previous May, her boyfriend, Nick, opened fire on the high school cafeteria and killed six students and then himself.

The now-infamous "Hate List" was a list of things and people Valerie and Nick hated, and the people who were shot were all on the Hate List. Some people think Valerie was a co-conspirator, because of her involvement in the creation of the Hate List (which she'd started before she even knew Nick as a way of dealing with her parents quickly dissolving marriage) and because of some things Nick said during the mayhem. Others consider her a hero because she jumped in front of one of Nick's targets, saving the girl's life and getting shot, almost fatally, in the process.

Valerie herself doesn't know what to think. She doesn't feel like a hero, but she certainly is sick over the killings. Part of her feels like she should have known that Nick was really on the verge of doing something so horrible, but most of her just misses her boyfriend, the Nick that she loved, not the murderer.

It's an interesting take on the regular school-shooting story and telling it from Valerie's point of view is, I think, brilliant. The media is full of stories about the school coming together in the aftermath, putting aside differences and becoming friends, but Valerie feels so alone as she goes back to school. Everyone seems to hate her, even sometimes her own parents. After the shooting, of course, Valerie comes under investigation for possible involvement in the crime, and suddenly everything she's said in text messages or in IMs or just in passing becomes suspect and that is, understandably, terrifying.

All of the characters are amazingly well-rounded, with Valerie sometimes being incredibly sympathetic and sometimes so dense or stupid that you want to shake her. Her psychologist is, thankfully, not a complete and dense idiot as some authors might make him, but really does help her a lot. And it's easy to understand why she misses Nick and then hates herself for missing him and him for making everything so complicated.

And the portrayal of Nick is very well done; you see him as Valerie does - a pretty average guy, increasingly irritated by the way he's treated by the other kids at school, but certainly not someone she anticipated doing some so horrific. He's just a kid who plays video games and reads Shakespeare, who loves his mom but barely tolerates his step-dad. He's the boyfriend who tickles her until she cries and called her Juliet when he asked her out for the first time. She simply can't see him like the media, like the kids at school do, as nothing but a murderer. She knew him before all that and it's hard for her to reconcile the two in her head, especially when she loved one of those versions so much.

Another strong part of this book is how, as the reader, you discover as the story plays out that other people feel guilt too, for not knowing what was coming or for how their actions might have influenced the events in some way or another.

It's not, of course, a book for everyone - the subject matter is undeniably heavy and there is a bit of swearing, but oh, I thought it was quite incredible.

Thursday, September 03, 2009

What I'm Going to Read: Round 3

First of all, the winning book for Tell Me What to Read: Round 3 is The Art of Racing in the Rain, suggested by J. I've never heard of it, but it looks good, and I have it on request at the library already. Stay tuned for a review of it later this month.

The other suggestions (and wow, you guys always have such great suggestions - I wish I could read them all immediately!):
Of these, I've read:
AND. . .not to be overshadowed by that terrific list of books, the winner of A Season of Gifts is Tina who blogs over at Books Are My Thing and is also an elementary school librarian. I wish I had a copy to send to everyone - I adore Richard Peck.

Thanks everyone for the suggestions!

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Tell Me What to Read: Round 3 (and a Giveaway!)

It's the first day of school for me! I probably could not be more excited.

In the meantime, while I'm off teaching about the Caldecott award, how to use the Dewey Decimal System, and reading aloud until my voice disappears, please leave me your suggestions for Tell Me What to Read, Round 3!

It can be any genre, any age level, and have been published last week or three hundred years ago. You can pick it because it's a book that everyone should read or because it changed your life or because it is great literature or just because it entertained you. You can DEFINITELY suggest the same book you suggested last month.

Here's how it goes:

  1. Comment with the title of one book you think I should read (any book you want). One title only, please, lest my brain explode.
  2. Tomorrow, I'll select one comment at random.
  3. On the off-chance that I've already read the book you select, I'll contact you and ask for a follow-up suggestion (make sure there is a way to contact you either by blog or email).
  4. I'll get a copy of the book and read it by the end of September.
  5. I'll write a review of it here. Even if I hate the book, I will not hate you.
And. . .go!

But wait, before you go, yesterday, I reviewed A Season of Gifts, and I have an extra advance reader copy of it that I'm giving away. Go comment on this post if you want to throw your name in the ring.

Happy Tuesday!

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