It is possible that I have read this book more often than any other. It has been a good ten years however since my last visit. It's surprising how incIt is possible that I have read this book more often than any other. It has been a good ten years however since my last visit. It's surprising how inconveniently compelling I still find it, sneaking in moments to snatch a chapter or two when I should be writing, or cooking, or sleeping, or catching up on my binge watching of the Sopranos. At some point I'd like the psychological study results of why a particular story can hold so much power over us, even when we know the outcome. I"m sure knowing it would help me to understand my students better.
For my part, I think my love of Anne comes from her committed enjoyment of all things lovely. Sadly, she would be seen as too twee or too earnest for today's sensibilities, but I do love that in some time and place the beauty of an apple bough heavy with spring blossoms could be rhapsodized. And I love that sarcastic as I am, I don't feel the need to roll my eyes when I read of it. Also, the Gil - one of the boys - conflict is always delicious. ...more
I’m not sure what it is about human nature that is attracted to the untamed and the aloof, but Clay Carmichael in Wild Things has surely tapped into tI’m not sure what it is about human nature that is attracted to the untamed and the aloof, but Clay Carmichael in Wild Things has surely tapped into this desire. Zoe has spent the first 11 years of her life taking care of herself just fine, thank you very much. With the death her mentally ill mother, her life is going into drastic changes. She has been turned over to the custody of her curmudgeonly uncle Henry, who has left his life as a renowned heart surgeon for rural seclusion as an artist. Her new existence includes all of life’s never-before-taken-for-granted necessities: food, shelter, adult supervision, and to Zoe disgust, formal education. As she and Henry go about the uncomfortable business of sharing their lives together, other undomesticated characters enter her sphere. A feral cat existing on the periphery of Henry’s homestead intrigues Zoe with the challenge of its independence. And there is the mystery in the woods of a suspiciously deserted shack, diminutive wildlife carvings, and a ghostly white fawn, sighted in fleeting glimpses.
Wild Things is a completely satisfying middle-grade book. The appeal of Zoe as an independent firebrand will not be lost on many a young girl, or even a goodly number of young males. Her survival skills demonstrated in her earlier life will empower young readers. The mystery and allure of the wild boy and the cat will keep the pages turning. Carmichael does some fancy footwork with the narrative, when she lets the cat tell the parts of the story that Zoe wouldn’t be privy to. Rather than being confusing to readers it adds a delicious element of brilliant story-telling. ...more
Mr. Markus Zusak likes to play with language, oh yes he does. He takes emotions and chases them about like a cat with the ring from a milk lid on theMr. Markus Zusak likes to play with language, oh yes he does. He takes emotions and chases them about like a cat with the ring from a milk lid on the kitchen floor. I would happily throw words like jubilation, rage, embarrassment, devastation, or empathy in his path just to see how he would bat them about and toss them back.
I adored the characters in this book, and frankly I’m a little peeved that I haven’t been invited to one of their card games. The missions were so satisfying, especially the next to last one.
About the ending, was it an escape from being painted into a corner or master plan? Knowing that it comes from the same designer as The Book Thief I’m going with master plan.
One question – has anyone in real life ever fallen down in a doorway in the ecstasy of a first kiss? My daughter wrote a “novel” when she was 14, and never been kissed by-the-way, where there was lots of falling down and kissing. I didn’t realize this was something that happened outside of Hollywood and the fantasies of adolescent girls. ...more