I knew I would love this book before I even glanced at the first page because of a few reasons. Let's make a list, shall we?
1.) My son was diagnosedI knew I would love this book before I even glanced at the first page because of a few reasons. Let's make a list, shall we?
1.) My son was diagnosed with autism almost 6 years ago. I've always wanted to be able to get inside his head and find out what he was actually thinking and seeing.
2.) My son also jumps. A lot.
3.) Written by a 13-year-old boy from Japan, this book was translated by David Mitchell. Anyone who has had any form of contact with me knows they will hear how Mitchell is my all-time favorite [living] author and that the man can do no wrong.
4.) The cover is really cool.
This was a quick but very touching read. (I got choked up just reading the introduction.) Using an alphabet grid and pointing to different letters, Higashida was able to communicate replies to a series of common questions about people with autism. Not only was it really informative, but Higashida had written a few short stories that were placed throughout the book. Reading those totally debunked the crazy theory that people with autism don't understand emotions or can't feel any empathy.
I'm so glad I got to read this. I couldn't put it down and finished it in one sitting. I love being able to gain any amount of understanding about autism, and this book definitely provided that.
These seriously are some of the best essays I've ever read in my life. I can't even say how much I loved this book, and now Jo Ann Beard. What a fantaThese seriously are some of the best essays I've ever read in my life. I can't even say how much I loved this book, and now Jo Ann Beard. What a fantastic writer. Every single essay in this collection made me laugh AND cry.
Thank you, Mike Reynolds for such a wonderful gift. (I finally read it! )...more
I feel bad for not liking this more. I mean, I liked it but...I was just hoping it would be a bit more bookish. After losing her sister to cancer, SanI feel bad for not liking this more. I mean, I liked it but...I was just hoping it would be a bit more bookish. After losing her sister to cancer, Sankovitch decided to read (and review) one book a day for a year as a way to cope and deal with her grief. The parts where she did discuss what she was reading and her book-filled childhood were actually really good. There were a few she talked about that I hadn't read, but she did well balancing out not giving too much away, yet making me feel like I wasn't missing something.
The other parts were well written, but sometimes just got to be too much. Like a Hallmark card or those inspirational pictures with quotes that people share on Facebook. God, I'm horrible. Although finding out what her father's "Three in one night" comment was about was heartbreaking.
I did add a few books to my to-read list because of this, and actually would recommend it as a quick read. I just wanted to be more smitten with it....more
I can’t finish this. I was going to, just to give it a fair shot, but me being the idiot I am, left my copy on the table where someone’s root beer spiI can’t finish this. I was going to, just to give it a fair shot, but me being the idiot I am, left my copy on the table where someone’s root beer spilled all over it, making it a soggy, sticky mess. Though horrified at a book being destroyed, I felt almost a sense of relief knowing I wouldn’t have to pick this up again. I will not be buying another copy.
The story is actually very, very good. You’d have to be a demon spawn straight from the Gates of Hell for this story not to affect you; it is heartbreaking. But the way it was written just grated on me to where I’d be gripping the book with white knuckled frustration. Eggers taking on the voice of Valentino Achak Deng did not sit well with me--it just didn’t connect. You know how sometimes while listening to an audio book, the reader all of a sudden throws out a fake accent with a certain character and it just makes you cringe? Or in movies, when any well-known actor plays a character with a mental disability and there’s times it’s just awkward and dumb, but nobody has the balls to say anything, and they’re just lavished with Academy Awards? This book is like that.
I’ll probably give Eggers another shot someday, and might even finish this one if I can come across a cheap (and I mean cheap) used copy. No rush, though. ...more
I always get David Sedaris and Dave Eggers confused for some reason. Until now, I've never read anything by either of them, but I can't remember who iI always get David Sedaris and Dave Eggers confused for some reason. Until now, I've never read anything by either of them, but I can't remember who it is that everyone seems to hate. Sedaris? Eggers? Both? I had planned to read this a year ago, but forgot I had it. I thought I'd better read it now during the holidays so I wouldn't have to wait another year to get to it--I can never watch Christmas movies or read holiday stories when it's not Christmas; it's depressing.
Anyway, this was a perfect little book to read during all the holiday chaos while suffering from a near-mental breakdown. (Mental breakdown caused by the mom freakout that happens every once in awhile when you realize there are actual lives depending on you, and you don't even know how that happened, or have a fucking clue what you're doing, and are scared someone is going to find you out, and are a little puzzled that they haven't already, and you just go to bed to cry into your pillow. You know, that old chestnut.) It's a quick read, funny, and made me feel a little better knowing that I at least don't have to make a living handing out leaflets dressed in a taco costume. Working as a Christmas Elf would be kind of fun, though. Well, just for like a day. The first story was my favorite, and I was grateful for the laughs instead of the above-stated tears. There's a blurb for ya.
"A great alternative to sobbing yourself to sleep!" -J. Soutas, author of this really bad, whiny review
So really, thank you Dave Eggers David Sedaris, I like you.
I didn't really know what this book was about until I started flipping through it last night. I bought it as a last minute, bargain priced add-on fromI didn't really know what this book was about until I started flipping through it last night. I bought it as a last minute, bargain priced add-on from Barnes & Noble, pretty much just to bump up my total to $25 so I could get free shipping. The title caught my eye since making mixtapes took up a lot of time during my teenage years. Seriously, when the iPod was first introduced, I thought it was the greatest invention since the automobile.
Anyway, I was expecting this to be a humorous, dick-lit type novel, having no idea that Sheffield wrote this memoir after his wife of only 5 years passed away. I read the first page, just to get a feel for it, and didn't put it down until I finished. It was a very quick read, but I loved it. There were parts that I had stinging eyes and a lump in my throat, but was laughing out loud at the same time. The references to nineties music, even the whole nineties era were hilarious, and the chapter on Nirvana was some of the best writing on Kurt Cobain's life and death that I've ever read.
I love how Sheffield pointed out how strong an effect music can have on us, especially when dealing with losing someone you love. There's the times when even a favorite song is ruined because hearing it is just too painful...it just makes the situation too real. Other times, it's hearing a new song that you know that person would totally flip for, but knowing they'll never be able to hear it.
I think anyone who loves music, lived through the nineties, or has ever lost someone would really enjoy this. I know it was well worth the whopping $3.99 I paid for it. ...more
I must've really needed this kind of book right about now. I bought it about a year ago when I saw it on the B&N clearance table, but then shelvedI must've really needed this kind of book right about now. I bought it about a year ago when I saw it on the B&N clearance table, but then shelved it. I've actually been hearing a lot about it lately (I'm sure because of the upcoming film), so I figured I'd give it a shot.
I loved this. I really couldn't put it down. Reading through the author's experiences as she cooks through Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking reminded me of how delicious and sometimes therapeutic cooking a home-made meal from scratch can be. Though honestly, I can never imagine myself boning a duck, cutting apart and boiling a live lobster, extracting bone marrow, or making a gelee' out of calves' hooves (WTF?)
I could relate to Julie Powell's story, in a way. Though I'm *coughcoughoverthirtycoughcough*, I could sympathize with her being kind of stuck in a dead-end, crappy job. But hey, I've got kids, you sometimes gotta do what you gotta do, right?
Favorite quote: "Oh, God. It really was true, wasn't it? I really was a secretary."
I'm almost embarrassed to say that this book inspired me. Did you know Julia Child didn't even learn to cook until she was 37? I had no clue. It kind of showed me it's never too late to really find your passion, and do what you love to do. God, just typing that makes me feel so lame that I got that much out of this book, when a lot of the time, I'm admittedly pretty snarky...which leads me to another cool quote:
"...hard-bitten cynicism leaves one feeling peevish, and too much of it can do lasting damage to your heart."...more