I chose a smaller book this time, simul-reading this with The Godfather, not sure I’d be able to finish both in the loan time.
The story tracks that ofI chose a smaller book this time, simul-reading this with The Godfather, not sure I’d be able to finish both in the loan time.
The story tracks that of a young boy and his parents after his mother finds out his father cheated on her. She throws him out the house. The remainder of the book has the boy feeling torn between the adults, wanting them back together, wanting to be with one or the other and feeling guilty.
For as simply told as The Godfather was, this was far more lyrical. It seems to skip along like a rock on a pond, dipping into feelings and the scenery of the moment before sailing off again. In those contact points it was brilliant. The cover said it ‘is at one time lucid and dream-like’. But it’s confusing, how it would jump between thought sequences, the future and reality…which was really happening?
The father as the best drawn character. I felt sorry for him, rough and tumble guy who appeared to momentarily lose his way. I really wanted him to get his family back. I wanted his wife to forgive him. There also felt like there were things left unsaid in hopes that the reader would infer them. It didn’t really work. There was just too much missing…or it was too short, too conflicted to feel real....more
I think I use Twitter more to socialize, than for professional reasons. I gave this book a whirl out of curiosity, because I couldn't believe someoneI think I use Twitter more to socialize, than for professional reasons. I gave this book a whirl out of curiosity, because I couldn't believe someone had written a book about Twitter/tweeting. Soon as I read it 'replygate' happened (admin disabled users from seeing in their homepage the all @replies of their followers...limiting them only to @replies sent to ppl the both users following). Replying was one of the author's core promotion tips. And that change rendered it moot.
Honestly, needing a book to learn to how to tweet seems to fly in the face of logic. It would be more time-efficient to hire someone else who understands social media to tweet for you. Or to just not use Twitter. ...more
This book makes me wish we could rate on the half star...I'd give it two and half stars. It was ok for what it is.
I finished this blindingly fast, asThis book makes me wish we could rate on the half star...I'd give it two and half stars. It was ok for what it is.
I finished this blindingly fast, as is often the case with chick lit books. They’re heavy on conversation- short, quippy/quirky dialogue that’s a breeze to read. At points it was laugh-out-loud funny.
There were two main characters, a guy and a girl. Yeah, you can see where this is going. It’s told in a kinda past/present first-person narrative, usually in alternating chapters. I think this was a risk because first person is such an intimate way of telling a story. The cover says the girl, named Heaven, is the ‘sexy heroine’. But I think the guy, a late-twenty-something aspiring inventor/record producer named Brady, completely upstages her. He’s a more full-drawn character, for as deep as chick-lit gets. Or perhaps it was my budding entrepreneur-ness that connected, in the reader-ly way, with his trying, failing and flailing.
There is a good deal of language in this. Call me a prude, (and a frequent reader of old British classics) but I felt I should let you know. Some of the plot points felt contrived or forced page-eaters that could have been left out- the original firing of Heaven, the Kurt Cobain gun incident. And the ending could have been a little less fairy-tale if only one of the two things happening. Rarely in life do you get it all. But I guess we read books, fiction books, to escape life....more
I chose this because one of my Etsy friend’s name is Minerva and she’s awesome. :)
So it’s set in the 1920s for most of the story. But little is said oI chose this because one of my Etsy friend’s name is Minerva and she’s awesome. :)
So it’s set in the 1920s for most of the story. But little is said or done that couldn’t have made it set today, which is a little sad…I’ll explain in a minute. It takes place in Minerva Minnesota and tells the story of a mother and daughter, a mother and daughter, and mother and daughter: Barbara and Penny, Cora and Phoebe, and to a lesser but no less tragic degree, Hazel and Irene. Barbara and Penny live with Irene and her family as hired help.
Cora is staying at her grandfather’s farm on the edge of town. Hazel is locked away in a mental institution, suffering from a malady that doesn’t allow her to fully wake up or fully sleep. Their paths further intersect when Penny runs away from her mother, angry that she, Barbara, and Irene’s father, their employer, are having an affair. She ends up 21 miles away, at the Maagdenbergh farm just after Cora has given birth to her baby girl. Penny stays on as a hired hand, helping Cora care for the baby and the house. She vows in her heart to protect them as she learns, first secretly and then more openly, of Cora’s past. On the other side of town, Barbara’s story continues with her falling in love with Mr. Hamilton and Irene seeing that as the ultimate affront to her sick mother memory so she…well, I won’t give away the ending.
The part that saddens me is the way the town looks down on Barbara and Cora is pretty much the same as it would be now, only people may be less vocal about it. Progress, where art thou? I’m sure someone could give this a more political literary analysis. I chose to take it as it is, not looking for hidden meanings or inferences. It’s beautiful and a little haunting. I enjoyed it....more
It’s been a while since I’ve done a review. I was working by way through 1600 pages of Charles Dickens, simul-reading Little Dorrit and Our Mutual FriIt’s been a while since I’ve done a review. I was working by way through 1600 pages of Charles Dickens, simul-reading Little Dorrit and Our Mutual Friend. Not easy. As to this review:
This book is like Must Love Dogs with a side order of telepathy/human-to-animal psychic-ness. After breaking up with her boyfriend, twice-divorced Dawn, begins to think that her new rescue pup is talking to her. Not just him, actually, but all dogs. That freaks her out at first, but then she finds it comforting.
So it meanders along, introducing her Life Coach-to-the-stars sister, serial entrepreneur mother (who never quite succeeded at any of them) and bed-hopping father. Yep, her family’s something of a mess. Without giving away too many plot points, it comes down to her having to chose between her reconciled ex and the other guy, you know, the John Cusack-good guy that she’s supposed to be with.
My opinion is a little tainted. I didn’t like Must Love Dogs. (the two are NOT affiliated) The timeline in Walking in Circles was hard to follow, probably because I think too much. Too many of the numbers…didn’t add up. (pun intended) There was a paragraph she used multiple times, like the quote about Halley’s Comet in Must Love Dogs, that was used one too many times. You have to be careful with quotes. Too many or too often and they lose their punch.
The John Cusack-good guy was endearing as was the wayward co-worker of Dawn’s. I have a way of falling for secondary characters. Dawn herself never quite made the break into her own that she needed. The other characters who dominated who she was got lives of their own that took them away so she was allowed to develop. But she didn’t do the changing herself, she was passive, would leave and let them decide.
The mother and sister make this very eccentric, to little semi-prude me anyway. A decent beach read, quick easy and light. Not high on my list, though....more
This reminded me of, to use a *gasp* movie reference, You've Got Mail with its basis of e-communication as the forum for new love...or at least like.This reminded me of, to use a *gasp* movie reference, You've Got Mail with its basis of e-communication as the forum for new love...or at least like. This used Twitter (which I adore) instead of email. But I do think that I liked You've Got Mail more.
Anyway, Medeiros excelled in the tweet sections. I found myself almost wanting to skip past the narrative sections to get to the tweet sections. The narrative seemed to be added to eat up page space, I didn't feel much connection to it.
The book did give me pause to wonder how much about what I think I know about the people I interact with on Twitter is true. But part of me, perhaps the wannabe writer part of me, thinks that even if their lives are a fake I'd applaud them for making up something that I believed in. ...more
The main character (I cannot call him a protagonist because I'm not sure that he was that good), has all the things that would enable him to make a liThe main character (I cannot call him a protagonist because I'm not sure that he was that good), has all the things that would enable him to make a life change: money, connections, education. But instead he just meanders the streets of SoHo, develops a here-again-gone-again stomach issue and thinks himself miserable. I will admit that my current frame of reference tainted my perception of this 'conflict'. Struggles have abound for those in my social and family circle in trying to get to a place where they can afford to change their lives. The recession hit us hard. Subsisting was task enough. With all of his advantages, I had very little patience for Peter's pithy discontent. I wanted to say, "Educated, employed adult, be the change you want to see in the world!"
I got this book on a whim. That's what I do at the library. The blurb-ish bit made it sound like a horror/thriller. I'd never read much in that genre.I got this book on a whim. That's what I do at the library. The blurb-ish bit made it sound like a horror/thriller. I'd never read much in that genre. So I was excited. It let me down.
Once I'd read non-GR reviews and realized that it was actually not a horror in the usual 'scare-your-pants-off' sense I liked it more. I didn't love it. I couldn't...it tricked me. I simply settled to agree to the style (slow and perhaps too careful) and the neurotic main character whose head could not be escaped (first-person narrative for the...win?).
It's such a risk when the main character has a largely disagreeable personality. When he's a sardonic, degenerate, substance-abusing, ne'er-do-well itIt's such a risk when the main character has a largely disagreeable personality. When he's a sardonic, degenerate, substance-abusing, ne'er-do-well it's even tougher to engage an audience. Then to this add the fact that the story is told in first person so there's no. escaping. his. mind...EVER...and you have this book.
I didn't even care about the story after a while. Nothing would be worth the beating I went through to find out what the character would find out. Made me question the category of 'noir'. This just seemed mean and gratuitous. ...more