Interrupting my radio silence to bring you four seriously stellar reads that made October a banner book month. For my fellow listeners out there, all four narrators are absolute standouts!
Move Over Leo DiCaprio
“Let them start their dreadful wars, let destruction rain down, and let plague sweep through, but I will still be here, doing my work, holding humankind together with love like this.”
I may be wrong, but I feel like love stories all sound the same these days. Has romance always been this formulaic: two people meet; fall head-over-toes in love; ill-fated circumstances keep them apart; against odds, they surmount obstacles; and they live happily ever after. (Maybe I was lucky? I met my husband and we slid into love, no falling necessary.)
Lovely War is no exception to the formulaic, but it does comes with an unusual twist—while you're consuming the WWI love stories of both Hazel + James (two Brits whose paths cross in London THE DAY before James leaves for war), and Colette + Aubrey (a Belgian beauty who meets the Harlem native as his African-American troop pleads for a chance in the French battles), you're hearing it directly from the mouth of a woman trying to make amends with her husband during WWII. Did I say woman? I mean Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty. Take that for a twist! And who doesn’t love a good twist?
Move over Leo DiCaprio, the Inception of love stories is here. If you’re craving a refreshing dose of love and strife for the World War junkie in you, grab a copy of this multi-layered romance. You won’t be sorry. Julie Berry does a marvelous job of twining together real-life hardships of the war with true love. Best part is, it's a clean read—one you can definitely recommend to your mother-in-law.
P.S. For some, this may feel a bit cheesy, but it warms the soul—which we need during winter’s edge, am I right? Hey, can someone pass me a cup of piping hot cocoa?!?
Posted by Tracy’s niece, Michelle
On Sundays We Wear Pajamas
“Life doesn't work that way, Alina. Hatred spreads - it doesn't burn out with time. Someone needs to stand up and stop it.”
If it’s true that a Sunday well spent brings a week of content, it’s gonna be an awesome week! It’s 4:30 p.m. and I’m still in my pj’s. Life is better in pajamas, isn’t it? Last week was long—way too many post-midnight hours trying to get caught up. I honestly intended to grab some minutes to tell you about Kelly Rimmer’s The Things We Cannot Say.
Let me go a little Amazon on you and share a positive and a critical review of Rimmer’s latest. I’ll start with the sunny one: “Oh my, I could not put the book down. I downloaded it at 7 PM last night and with a few hours sleep, I finished by 11 AM today. Maybe that says it all. I experienced every emotion.” Now for the negative: “This style that alternates between the present and past has been way overdone…because of that, most of the story is predictable; you already know that the present day character is searching into the past during WWII and finds the missing pieces to their past and how they are connected to each other.”
Here are my two shiny cents: While it is true that dual timeline narratives feel a bit overdone at this point, The Things We Cannot Say boasts two storytellers who are endearing. Kelly connected the two timelines in a way that is often not seen—she fused the contemporary to the historical when an older Alina’s granddaughter, Alice, traveled to Poland. I’m especially fond of Alina, a spirited teenager who underestimates the Nazi occupation. She is stoic and brave. And her love for Tomasz is unshakable. Will her fierce determination and bright hope enable her to live her dream or will the Nazis ultimately force her to live a lifetime of quiet lies? You may lose some sleep to find out. But at least you’ll be in your pj’s, right?
Posted by Tracy
Never Underestimate a Bookworm
"It also meant she thought of books as medication and sanctuary and the source of all good things. Nothing yet had proven her wrong."
I spend way too much time trying to figure out my next best read. I’m the Jimmy Carter of book selecting. Just have to gather a little more information before I make a final decision and download the audible or crack the spine of a shiny new book. Afterall, a little forethought almost always goes a long way. I simply don’t have time for mediocre pages.
Maybe it’s the lesser of two evils? Spend the time to avoid a literary crime. I’m rarely disappointed. That’s not to say I always agree with what my homework suggests—can’t say that I see eye to eye with reviewers who compared Abbi Waxman to Jane Austen. My reverence for Jane runs deep. When Nina Hill was named “a modern-day Elizabeth Bennett,” I couldn’t hit download fast enough. Nina is quirky. She’s witty and smart and bookish of course. I thought she was lovable too—she’s the female version of Ken Jennings, she works in a book store that refuses to fold, she owns the fact that she finds joy in missing out, and she’s book obsessed. (She’s hilarious…love her quips about exercise…she’s gonna make you chuckle.) When her quiet life is upended by the news that her now-dead father (that she didn’t know she had) left her an inheritance, life outside the pages takes a real turn. I’d love to hang out with Nina myself, I’m just not ready to call her Elizabeth—I might be willing to say Tom has some Mr. Darcy in him.
If you liked Evvie Drake Starts Over, you’ll like The Bookish Life of Nina Hill. The millennial does have a conversation with her book club that I could have done without. It felt gratuitous to me. I’d skip over it and stick with the good stuff. And it is good stuff.
Posted by Tracy
Flying High and Coming Home to Roost
"In the beginning there was the word. Toni Morrison took the word and turned it into a song...of Solomon, of Sula, Beloved, Mercy, Paradise, Love, and more. She was our conscience, our seer, our truth-teller"—Oprah after Toni Morrison’s death
It makes me sad, Toni being gone. Who is going to turn words into unforgettable songs? One of the greatest writers of our day has “surrendered to the air and is riding it.” Maybe it’s time to re-visit Morrison’s pages—to soak up her insights and remind myself that, as humans, we face problems. We all experience heartbreaking dilemmas that have the potential to give us new eyes.
Speaking of heartbreak and dilemmas, Leonora Shaw faces more than her fair share of both in the psychological thriller In a Dark, Dark Wood. I chose this read because Ware’s name keeps popping up. I, myself, have been in the dark about Ware, the British best seller who admits that the most interesting thing about her is her books, “which are full of murder, family secrets, toxic friendships, and things that go bump in the night.” In a Dark, Dark Wood had all of the above—it did not disappoint. Nora is crime writer who isolates herself after a good love gone bad. When she hesitantly reunites with some old friends for a pre-wedding weekend celebration (called a Hen by Englanders…love them), things go scary sideways in a hurry. It’s been a while since I’ve felt real suspense like Ware inspired here. I figured out whodunit before the reveal. But I didn’t mind. Where Toni turned words into songs, Ware turns them into fear. I’m glad both authors are in the foreseeable future for me!
Posted by Tracy
Mini-Review Monday
The title should really read: “Mini-Review Monday from the Recently Review-less Rachel.” Kinda has a ring to it, don’t you think? Looks like Tray and her sis have been pulling all the weight around here so here’s my mini-attempt at playing catch-up.
Posted by Rachel
The Gift of Perspective
“People wait all week for Friday, all year for summer, all life for happiness.”
I haven’t waited all week for Friday, but I’m glad it’s here. Now I’m trying to decide if I hold out for summer all year? Not necessarily. And I’m definitely not waiting for happiness. I can conjure up contentment in my brain if I have my head screwed on tight. Just last week, a friend asked me how to navigate life’s trickiest (euphemism) moments; my dog-tired mind produced this initial answer: Read more World War II Lit. Don’t think for a minute exhaustion got the better of me on this one. That’s a good answer and I’m standing by it. Why? Because World War II novels give me the gift of perspective. (Perspective is my bigger final/philosophical answer to her question).
Can World War II lit be hard to read? Yes. Can history haunt us? Yes. Is the unimaginable possible? Yes. But what we gain from reading about atrocities, suffering, and poor choices does grant us important perspective. Maybe it informs future choices (learn from mistakes sorta thing)? Either way, I’m grateful I met Anke Hoff, a German midwife. She is an admirable and strong female character. She has a strong sense of right and wrong. When Anke is apprehended in the streets of Berlin and sent to a work camp because of her family’s anti-Reich sentiments, she dedicates herself to keeping pregnant inmates and newborns alive. Later Anke is chosen to care for Hitler’s mistress, Eva Braun; she then faces the biggest moral dilemma of her life—does she serve the loathsome Reich and protect Hitler’s child (and her ensure her family’s safety) or does she sacrifice an innocent baby in hopes of a better world? You’ll have to read Robotham’s debut novel to find the answer to that tough one. At times, details slow down the pace a bit. The German Midwife still proved interesting—and naturally, thankfully, it provided me perspective.
Posted by Tracy
One You'll Relish
“I love a Hebrew National hot dog with an ice-cold Corona—no lime. If the phone rings, I won’t answer until I’m done.” —Maya Angelou
It’s National Hot Dog Day people! I know because my fourteen-year-old son told me so at 8:30 a.m., this morning. Here’s how our brief, pre-work conversation played out:
Luke: “Mom, do you know it’s National Hot Dog Day today?
Me: “Nope, didn’t know that.”
Luke: “Yeah. Maybe we should have some dogs for dinner?”
Me: “Is that what you want?”
Luke: “Well, you are good at making hot dogs.”
Me: (In my head/expression on my face) You gotta be kidding me…any fool can cook a hot dog.
Luke: (Reads my expression) No, I mean it… I’m being serious, you are really good at making hot dogs.
If I die tomorrow, my epitaph should read, “She was really good at making hot dogs.” Maybe I could grill a Hebrew frank or two for Maya? Then I would gently clink my ice-cold zero—with a lime—to her brew and talk about what I “threw back,” and good books that I’ve read since she’s moved on. Would I mention Marjan Kamali’s latest? I think I would.
Maya would be down with The Stationery Shop’s “beautiful and timely exploration of devastating loss, unbreakable family bonds, and the overwhelming power of love.” I’m sure of it. The story takes place in 1950’s Tehran, when political upheaval was hurtling towards chaos. Roya, a bright teenager with a fierce love of poetry and swelling aspirations, unwittingly falls for a handsome, I-will-conquer-the-world political activist in the one place that affords her a feeling of peace: Mr. Fakhri’s stationery shop. You’ll have to read Kimali’s lovely prose to find out which is stronger—love or war?
Be warned: The Stationery Shop will tease out some of your raw emotions (and quite possibly make you curious about middle eastern cuisine). I love a book with a palpable feel more than Joey Chestnut loves dogs on a summer day in Coney Island.