Honestly, I thought I knew pretty much everything I needed to know about Henry VIII, Katherine of Aragon and Anne Boleyn. Then in struts Thomas Cromwell via Hilary Mantel’s Man Booker Prize-winning Wolf Hall and blows that belief right out of the water. Mantel’s Cromwell was a downright genius, and I spent a lot of the book with my mouth agape at his political maneuverings. Sure, hindsight is 20/20 when it comes to crafting historical nonfiction, but the book is so alive I felt like I was reading Cromwell’s secret braindump diary. I also started to understand the allure of Anne Boleyn – she had a charisma that brought men to their knees and run to do her bidding.
The idea of losing both parents, then being torn apart from your siblings while you were still a kid is like something out of a soap opera (it’s even more strange when your mom is a soap opera actress). Yet it’s the very real collective nightmare shared by the Welch kids, who lost their father to a car accident, their mother to cancer (on Christmas), and each other all within a few short years. Their collective memoir details their coming apart, and how they found each other again.
I love a book that takes me to another dimension within our own world. The Magicians pulls together some of the best ideas from children’s fantasy classics and weaves in a modern feel of ennui and the pressure to be special.
I’m recommending this book solely for the first two essays in this book , which made me laugh out loud. Then I read part of them out loud to Jason and we both laughed. In fact, The Porn is one of the funniest stories I have ever read, and I’m laughing just thinking about it.
I’m Down is funny and sad and off-putting in a mild way. I don’t think it was her intention, but I saw Wolff’s father as the villain for the entire book, and when I think of it I think of how much I’d like to smack her dad. Growing up white while submersed in black culture (in Seattle), Wolff’s dad wanted her and her sister to stay true….to their black roots. It doesn’t help that he’s a pretty terrible father, and the pressure he places on his kids to become something they’re not makes the reader squirm. But there is redemption, and Wolff does find her true identity, and heals her family wounds along the way.
I’m itching to get my hands on the third part of this series, so much so that I may order a copy from England. Which begs the question: why was this book released in England nearly a year before it will be released in the United States. Because I want to read it RIGHT NOW. Not much of a book review, I know. Lisbeth Salander is one of the most compelling, interesting characters in modern fiction. You really just need to read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and The Girl Who Played with Fire for yourself.
I’m a little surprised, but this was the first Alice Hoffman book I’ve ever read. The magical realism is, well, magical, and this book is lovely and haunting in so many ways. I first heard about this book from Hoffman’s Twitter attack on a Boston Globe book reviewer. If it was a publicity stunt, it worked.
Joe Queenan and I both have bad dads. Mine never beat the shit out of me, but I understand the weird obligation he feels toward his father. As I wrote shortly after I read the book, ” I completely identified with Queenan’s father being so close to complete strangers but alien to his own family – a charisma that can charm only those who don’t truly know him. ”
Waiting for the Apocalypse: A Memoir of Faith and Family is riveting and pretty scary. Why NOT run off to Portugal because you’re convinced Vatican II is the end of the world? Why not put your children at risk and live somewhere you don’t speak the language or have hope of working based on the word of a near stranger? Looking back, it seems I’ve read quite a few bad dad books this year. Hm. Maybe there’s a theme?
I’m proud to say I read this book a week or so after it came out. And I adored it. I even wrote a fan email to Kathryn Stockett, and she wrote me back. There are mixed feelings on the racial implications of The Help, but there’s no denying it’s a page turning story by an author who knows how to captivate the reader.
I read Carrie when I was in the fourth grade. I think I picked it up after loving the supernatural element of Willo Davis Roberts’ The Girl with the Silver Eyes. Yeah, it was quite a leap from Davis Roberts to King, and I don’t know that I’ve read a Stephen King novel since. Under the Dome is different. I can’t put it (well, my Kindle) down. King knows how to create a cast of villains and heroes that won’t let you walk away.
And, in case this list isn’t comprehensive enough for you, here are a few other books I enjoyed in 2009:
The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley
Mennonite in a Little Black Dress by Rhoda Janzen
Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornby
That Old Cape Magic by Richard Russo
Admission by Jean Hann Korelitz
The Girls from Ames: A Story of Women and Friendship by Jeffrey Zaslow