E-Reads

That Sadie Thing

and other stories

by Annalisa Crawford

That Sadie Thing is a collection of award-winning short stories that captivated me from the first page. Even now, a week later, several of the characters linger with me and I find myself thinking of them throughout the day. I’ve been intending to read Annalisa's work for some time. I’m glad I finally dove into this. I expected to read a story here or there, as is easy to do with a collection of shorts, yet once I began, I didn't stop reading until I reached the end. The author has a beautiful way with words and is a keen observer of people and how we relate to one another. Her stories surprised, soothed, and brought me to tears.

Destroy Me
by Tahereh Mafi

In my last post I told you all how much I enjoyed Tahereh Mafi’s Shatter Me and Unravel Me. My daughter had the novella, Destroy Me, which was released between these two books, on her Kindle. So, still on the Shatter Me high, I read it. Meh. I’m thinking that these types of novellas serve a purpose, and if I were anxiously waiting for the release of Unravel Me, I would have probably been hungry for any continuation of the story I could get my hands on in the interim. But since I didn’t start the series until the first two books were already available, there wasn’t much point in Destroy Me. It’s told from the antagonist’s point of view so it lacks the poetic flow of Juliette’s stream-of-consciousness narrative, and just kind of fell flat for me. But there is a revelation or two, and I do feel I know the antagonist a little better for having read it.

Defy the Stars

by Stephanie Parent

Defy the Stars by Stephanie Parent is a YA novel told in free verse. My daughter raved about this one when she read it a while back. I don’t know what took me so long to get to it. Once I started, I was reading like a fiend. I got nothing done for two days and I may have snarled at my husband more than once when he tried to talk to me. Yes, it was that good!

(And Yay, I finally have one book toward my Novels In Verse Reading Challenge goal!)

Recent Reads

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe 
by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Aristotle is an angry teen with a brother in prison. Dante is a know-it-all who has an unusual way of looking at the world. When the two meet at the swimming pool, they seem to have nothing in common. But as the loners start spending time together, they discover that they share a special friendship—the kind that changes lives and lasts a lifetime. And it is through this friendship that Ari and Dante will learn the most important truths about themselves and the kind of people they want to be. ( Description from Goodreads) 

This book took me by surprise. It’s a gentle story with unexpected power: one of those books you read and then moment you finish, you look up the author because you want to read more from them. Thankfully, in this case, there’s a lot to choose from. I have a list of them on request from the library.  

The Uninvited
by Tim Wynne-Jones

Mimi Shapiro had a disturbing freshman year at NYU, thanks to a foolish affair with a professor who still haunts her caller ID. So when her artist father, Marc, offers the use of his remote Canadian cottage, she’s glad to hop in her Mini Cooper and drive up north. The house is fairy-tale quaint, and the key is hidden right where her dad said it would be, so she’s shocked to find someone already living there — Jay, a young musician, who is equally startled to meet Mimi and immediately accuses her of leaving strange and threatening tokens inside: a dead bird, a snakeskin, a cricket sound track embedded in his latest composition. But Mimi has just arrived, so who is responsible? And more alarmingly, what does the intruder want? Part gripping thriller, part family drama, this fast-paced novel plays out in alternating viewpoints, in a pastoral setting that is evocative and eerie — a mysterious character in its own right. (Description from Goodreads) 

This was a page turner, but not as intense as I expected it to be. Loved this writer's style and all the details carefully woven throughout the story. 

The Tragedy Paper
by Elizabeth Laban

This book follows the story of Tim Macbeth, a seventeen-year-old albino and a recent transfer to the prestigious Irving School, where the motto is “Enter here to be and find a friend.” A friend is the last thing Tim expects or wants—he just hopes to get through his senior year unnoticed. Yet, despite his efforts to blend into the background, he finds himself falling for the quintessential “It” girl, Vanessa Sheller, girlfriend of Irving’s most popular boy. To Tim's surprise, Vanessa is into him, too, but she can kiss her social status goodbye if anyone ever finds out. Tim and Vanessa begin a clandestine romance, but looming over them is the Tragedy Paper, Irving’s version of a senior year thesis, assigned by the school’s least forgiving teacher.
 
Jumping between viewpoints of the love-struck Tim and Duncan, a current senior about to uncover the truth of Tim and Vanessa, The Tragedy Paper is a compelling tale of forbidden love and the lengths people will go to keep their secrets. (Description from Goodreads) 

I picked this book up because I was intrigued with the concept of the Tragedy Paper and the story revolving around it, but it ended up being a disappointment on a lot of levels. I struggled to even finish it. I still think the concept had a lot of potential, but the flat characters and unrealistic dialogue killed it for me. 

Shatter Me
by Tahereh Mafi

Juliette hasn’t touched anyone in exactly 264 days.

The last time she did, it was an accident, but The Reestablishment locked her up for murder. No one knows why Juliette’s touch is fatal. As long as she doesn’t hurt anyone else, no one really cares. The world is too busy crumbling to pieces to pay attention to a 17-year-old girl. Diseases are destroying the population, food is hard to find, birds don’t fly anymore, and the clouds are the wrong color.

The Reestablishment said their way was the only way to fix things, so they threw Juliette in a cell. Now so many people are dead that the survivors are whispering war – and The Reestablishment has changed its mind. Maybe Juliette is more than a tortured soul stuffed into a poisonous body. Maybe she’s exactly what they need right now.

Juliette has to make a choice: Be a weapon. Or be a warrior.

(Description from Goodreads) 

The upside of being behind on your reading is when you finally read a book like this and then don't have to wait for book two. This book was INTENSE: absolutely impossible to put down. My daughter had told me the writing was beautiful, poetic, but I was still stunned by it. 

Unravel Me
by Tahereh Mafi

Juliette's  finally free from The Reestablishment, free from their plan to use her as a weapon, and free to love Adam. But Juliette will never be free from her lethal touch.

Or from Warner, who wants Juliette more than she ever thought possible.

In this exhilarating sequel to Shatter Me, Juliette has to make life-changing decisions between what she wants and what she thinks is right. Decisions that might involve choosing between her heart—and Adam's life. 

(Description from Goodreads) 

I have officially been sucked in by this series. It rendered my entire weekend useless. Dystopian/Paranormal are not my usual choices, but these books are INTENSE. Now, sadly, I'll have to wait, just like everyone else for book three. (Although, my daughter tells me she has Destroy Me, the novella on her Kindle, so that's up next.)

Have you read something outside your usual genre lately that's surprised you?

Coming Up for Air

After much polishing, perfecting, and tweaking, my long-labored-over WIP is awaiting the scrutiny of beta readers. I was not completely prepared for the "lost" feeling that followed. The first day was the worst. What? I can't sit down at my computer and manipulate these characters I've grown so fond of? What else is there to do? Yes, I have another story idea in the wings, but it seems a bit soon to jump into the depths again. So after a day of aimless internet wandering and sitting down at my computer only to be reassured that, yes, the story is finished (at least for now), I have begun making a dent in my to-be-read pile. First off, I read Lindsey Leavitt's Going Vintage, a fabulously fun read!

Then, Ally Carter's Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover. This series is addicting. In a good way.

And as of this afternoon, when I brought my mother to the salon and happily sat in the sun reading while she got her hair done, I'm halfway through Ann Stampler's Where it Began. Just as the cover boasts, it is indeed unputdownable. I only put it aside tonight to write this blog post and I will, assuredly be picking it back up as soon as this post is, well, posted.

 And when I finish the book at hand, this is what the stack that awaits me looks like:

Ahhhhh, heaven! And no more aimless drifting.

While we're talking about bookish things, I've been meaning to show you the gorgeous journal and pen that my daughter brought back from London for me. Love, love, love them!

Do you usually take some time between projects or do you dive right into the next story?

Never Too Late

As a child, I was not much of a reader. I dare say, if you had asked me back then, I would have told you that I hated to read. But today, what is clear is that I never really had a chance to love books.

My parents never took me to the library. I remember coming home from school and telling my mother that I had a book report assignment. She walked over to the mantel and pulled one of her books down for me: A biography of Johnny Cash. The next year it was a dictionary-sized tome: the autobiography of Norma Zimmer (of Lawrence Welk Show fame.) Is it any wonder I had no interest in reading?

"There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them."
Ray Bradbury

Surprise, surprise, I didn’t finish either of those books. But my mother told me that was okay. I could write a report using just the information from the front flap and back cover. I kid you not.

It wasn’t until I was a mother myself, taking my own children, daily, to the library, that I really discovered what books had to offer. And then I began devouring them.                                

"Any book that helps a child to form a habit of reading, to make reading one of his deep and continuing needs, is good for him." Maya Angelou

Maybe that sense of what I missed out on is why I read so much MG and YA now. I am making up for lost time. And with so many amazing books to choose from, who can blame me?

I’m in the midst of a bit of a reading lull at the moment. But that hasn’t kept me from adding to my TBR pile. I picked up Linda Urban’s The Center of Everything last week, as well as AnnStampler’s Where it Began. And when the time is right, I am sure that I will devour them too.

What are you reading?

BEA, NYC, ME?

My daughter and I have been considering attending BookExpo America in New York City this spring. Many of you understand that this is a HUGE deal for me. As suggested in the title of this blog, I am shy. I am also a travel wimp.

Although my daughter has been to NYC several time, I have never been. I have never wanted to go. Cities overwhelm me, as do large (and even not so large) groups of people. If my life had a theme it might best be summed up in the words of Jane Austen: "There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort." But, as suggested by the "goes social" portion of my blog title,  I have been slowly, this past year or so, been trying to stretch the limits of my comfort zone. This trip will be a big stretch. But a book expo - could there be anything more persuasive? Perhaps the most surprising thing, to me, is that since deciding to go, I am actually getting excited about it.

If you've been to BEA in the past, I'd love for you to share any tips with me. If you're planning to attend this year, it would be fun to be on the lookout to say hello in person. And if you are a fellow wallflower, please, please, please wish me luck!

And in the meantime, I'm going to try to avoid the onset of any panic attacks by visualizing things like this:

Instead of this:

A Thousand Fibers

It’s been a crazy month! I think I’ll be happy to be done with February. It started off with my sister going away on vacation. She and I share the responsibility of caring for our mother. Before she left, she made lots of lists. There was a lot to be done, but truthfully, I wasn’t too worried. I thought I had everything under control.

During the twelve days she was on a cruise (thankfully, not THAT one) we had one blizzard, three lesser snowstorms, one doctor’s visit, three medications that resulted in multiple complications, two falls (luckily, no broken bones), three early morning visits from the paramedics, and 12 hours in the ER.

I am exhausted. 

And SO glad that my sister is back home and Mom is finally on the mend.

While we were in the thick of it, I was pretty overwhelmed. One of the things that got me through were the little snatches of time each morning reading from Jesus Calling by Sarah Young, which offered words of strength and encouragement.

The other thing that got me through was the people.

• My daughter, who stayed with my mom to keep a fire going when she lost power during the blizzard.
• The paramedics, who can make a person smile even when they’re scraping them off the floor – literally.
• The policeman who was sympathetic to my situation after he pulled me over for speeding at 2 A.M. as I rushed to let the paramedics in.
• The nurse in the ER who worked with my mom years ago, and the familiar face who greeted her upstairs when she was later admitted.
• My other sister, who read and responded with patience and understanding to every Facebook message rant I sent her.

These people were single strands that together formed a strong network which provided strength to both my mother and I through the ordeal.

“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men.”
-         Herman Melville

Mom is finally on the mend. Now I just have to get through the housewarming party we’re throwing for my daughter tomorrow. Oh, and did I mention there’s another storm on the way?

How has your February been?

One More Thing

I’ve been having trouble keeping up with the blog lately –  coming up with ideas, writing new posts, and making the rounds commenting at so many of the blogs I like to visit. Blogging is important to me, and I enjoy it, but it’s one more thing, ya know? We all have tons to do: parenting, working, cooking, cleaning, writing, care giving, the list goes on and on. In the larger scheme of things when looking to scale back, blogging seems like the one area I could possibly do that. And I've thought about it.

Then at church this morning, the message was on building bridges. I’ll admit, I am a bridge burner. I often don't value the relationships in my life enough until I've let them go. If you burn enough bridges, our pastor reminded us today,  you end up on an island - alone. Which takes me back to my very first blog post. I’ve done a lot of island living over the years. When life gets big and overwhelming, it’s easy to revert to our old ways. For me, that includes isolating myself.

So today’s blog post is me fighting against my old nature. And instead of letting the blog stagnate, I'm continuing to build bridges, make connections, make friends. That has been the very best part of blogging, for me, after all. 

And one more thing. . .