What Are You Reading? YA Edition



I’ve been reading a lot of YA novels lately as part of my research for writing my own YA novel (which I’ve actually started! About 1,000 words so far). I think we have JK Rowling to thank for giving children’s and YA literature a measure of respectability as adult reading fare (I believe that we never would have had the Hunger Games phenomenon without Harry Potty – agree/disagree?). Right now there is a lot of good stuff being published in the YA genre. This label does not mean the book is easy or lightweight, but simply that it is has an adolescent main character driving the story. Here are some YA novels I’ve read lately.

* City of Heavenly Fire by Cassandra Clare. The sixth and final book in the Mortal Instruments series felt more like homework than pleasure reading. The MI series follows main character Clary, who is a Shadowhunter – a race of humans descended from angels who defend the world from demons – and her love interest Jace. Other characters include vampires, werewolves, and fairies, but this is more of an adventure series than a Twilight-esque romance. It started out pretty entertaining but by this final book the plot felt really tortured and the love affair between Clary and Jace was stale. Clare injected a whole new set of characters that was obviously a segue into a new Shadowhunter series, but it felt forced and it annoyed me that she was trying to hook me into her next book. I’ll pass.

* Everything Leads to You by Nina LaCour. This was a novel I picked up rather haphazardly in the library YA section and I didn’t expect much from it. At the outset, the LA setting and movie-biz characters didn’t appeal, but the narrator quickly grew on me. Emi is a high school girl who reads more like a college kid (maybe she should have been? does YA include college kids?), a film studio intern, and she’s coming off of an unhealthy on-again off-again relationship with an older woman when she falls in love with a mysterious girl from a broken home who just happens to be the long lost granddaughter of a Hollywood star (Clint Eastwood thinly disguised I think). Okay, this sounds terrible when I describe it. But it was pretty sweet and charming.

* OCD Love Story by Corey Ann Haydu. Haydu’s new book Life By Committee was highly recommended by my blogger friend Christina, but since my library doesn’t have that one yet, I tried this earlier novel by the author. And. Wow. OCD Love Story is intense. It’s narrated in the first person by a teenaged girl named Bea and as I read I felt I was inside her tortured mind as she spirals downward. As the book begins she has fairly recently developed symptoms of OCD and throughout the story her obsessions and compulsions escalate until they have completely overtaken her life. Meanwhile, the love story aspect involves a boy in her therapy group who is also struggling with OCD. I think this would be a difficult read for someone who is dealing with real life anxiety disorder, but it was incredibly well written and gripping. Recommended IF you are up for riding along on a teenaged girl’s journey through mental illness.

* Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Before by David Yoo. Here is where I confess to you that I have a bias against male authors. I know it’s terrible, but it’s true. When I’m browsing for books, I usually scan for female authors – I’ve found that this goes double when I am looking for YA – in spite of the fact that I LOVE plenty of male novelists. So anyway, I picked this one up. At first I absolutely hated the voice of Albert, the nerdy teenaged narrator – I found it implausibly jokey and contrived. I didn’t believe in some of the characters (notably, his parents). But as the story wore on and I realized that Albert was an unreliable narrator, was supposed to be untrustworthy and shtick-y and hopelessly dorky, the book clicked for me. I still had trouble rooting for Al to get the girl, because he was so needy and smothering (THAT part did seem realistic, for a teenaged boy!), but it didn’t seem to matter whether I rooted for him or not, it was enjoyable to love/hate him and I liked that this book felt truly unique.

* Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. I saved the best one for last, even though this was the first YA novel I read in this batch of books. In fact, this was the book that made me want to both write a YA novel and to read more of them – a lot more. I haven’t read Rowell’s adult-audience books yet, but I have read her other YA novel Eleanor & Park. What I love about Rowell is that she beautifully captures the emotional richness of adolescence, the way that time in a person’s life just feels so enormous and momentous – but is also ordinary and small. Eleanor & Park was a sweet love story that made me ugly-cry out loud, but I fell in love with Fangirl. The story is simple – Cath and her twin sister Wren go off to college, navigate separating from each other and from their dad, Cath struggles with balancing schoolwork with her passion for writing fanfic, and there is a love story. It’s really the way Rainbow Rowell writes Cath’s endearing and unforgettable character – I feel like she must love her at least as much as her readers do – that breathes life into this story. Especially if you happen to have ever been a college freshman, a young woman, a writer, and a book lover, this book is simply irresistible.

What Are You Reading? MaddAddam Edition


IMG_5106In April I had the pleasure of attending a reading and book signing by the legendary novelist and poet Margaret Atwood. Meeting an author whose books I’ve loved for years was a once in a lifetime opportunity. She was willing to sign any of her books after the reading, an array of choices that was rather dizzying, but I chose to purchase a copy of her new novel MaddAddam for the signing. This is the last in a trilogy of books beginning with Oryx and Crake, which I originally read when it was first published. Although it’s significantly different from most of her other work (with the exception of The Handmaid’s Tale – all four books sometimes being dubbed science fiction, Ms. Atwood prefers to call them speculatory fiction), I fell in love with Oryx and Crake when I first read it. It’s one of the few books that I have reread – three times now.


It’s virtually impossible to describe the plot of the trilogy in any way without spoilers, so I’m not going to avoid them. If you want to go into these books blind, and I can understand why you would although I’d say they’re still excellent even if you know what’s going to happen, STOP READING NOW.


Oryx and Crake. The first in the series follows Jimmy, aka Snowman, who in the present day is living in a tree on the beach after most of the world’s human population has been decimated. I TOLD YOU THERE WERE SPOILERS. Jimmy is keeping watch over the Crakers, a small tribe of a new type of human bioengineered by Jimmy’s childhood friend Crake (nee Glenn). Much of the book consists of flashbacks to Jimmy’s early days, from his mother’s abandonment, through high school and college days while friends with Crake, and into adulthood. Jimmy is a class clown as a kid and later a womanizer, a deflector, a dissembler. (I would love to discuss his character with anyone else who’s read the trilogy because I am curious about how others see him. I felt that in this novel he seemed to a person who purposely plays dumb to dissociate himself both from trouble and from pain; but later books narrated by other characters portray him as truly clownish and clueless.)

The book portrays a future in which corporations rule the world and the natural world is utterly at the mercy of human ambition. It’s chilling to read about some things that have already come to pass (human-animal gene splicing) and those that are, terrifyingly, all too plausible (pharmaceutical companies that embed poisons and pathogens into vitamins to further their medication sales). Law and order, like everything else, have been privatized, and personal privacy has been mostly erased. Society is split into an elite class who work for and live in corporation-run compounds, and the poor and underprivileged who live in the chaotic “pleeblands.” The environment has been ravaged, with severe weather events and frequent animal extinctions become commonplace. This dystopia is horrifying precisely because it reads like a projection of what our society WILL become without major course corrections.

On my first reading I was left feeling somewhat mystified by the title of the novel, which is not, in a literal way, really about Oryx or Crake. The character of Oryx is also followed somewhat loosely from childhood to adulthood. Jimmy and Crake first encounter her “acting” in a child pornography video (a mainstream form of entertainment in this future world) and she becomes a symbol of something essential – purity perhaps, innocence, vulnerability, all of these being heavily ironic as Oryx herself professes to be none of the above – that Jimmy clings to as he floats aimlessly into adulthood. She turns up again as Crake’s love interest and his scientific colleague as well as Jimmy’s lover. When I first read the novel a decade ago I was disappointed that I never got to know Oryx or find out the truth of her life story – she is a slippery figure on many levels.

Having read the entire trilogy now I think that the novel is titled Oryx and Crake because it is a Genesis story and they become the primary deities in the new world that will unfold. Even as they stand at the center of this story they are elusive and shadowy. Exalted and idealized but also remote. Their truths are impossible to grasp. Jimmy bumbles along far below, messy, goofy, directionless, yearning for love and meaning but constantly distracted by selfishness and cowardice. Jimmy is us, the human race – and, as it turns out, the one little corner of it that Crake deems worth saving.

* The Year of the Flood. The middle novel in the series feels like a bit of a return to Atwood form with two female narrators alternating throughout the book. Toby is a middle aged woman who has survived the “Waterless Flood” (this book’s term for the pandemic that Crake has unleashed to destroy most of humanity) by barricading herself into the AnooYoo Spa where she used to work as manager. She is a former member of the God’s Gardeners, a spiritual group that revered nature and sequestered itself from modern society. Meanwhile, Ren is a young exotic dancer who survives the Waterless Flood because she was in a quarantine tank at the dance club after a client exposed her to disease. Ren is also, we find out, a former member of God’s Gardeners.

Chapters about the backstories of Toby and Ren are interspersed with present day scenes and punctuated with sermons and hymns from the God’s Gardeners holy days. The Gardeners particularly revere the small, ordinary things of the natural world that have been trampled by their technology-obsessed mainstream culture – the mushrooms, the nematodes, the bees. They are tending gardens and beehives and storing food and supplies for the Waterless Flood they are sure is coming soon. Their theology is a mix of old testament Christianity and what we would think of as lefty, anti-corporate environmentalism (other religions mentioned in the book sound like offshoots of Prosperity Gospel). Toby joins when she is rescued from an abusive relationship as an adult and always struggles somewhat with her faith, while Ren joins as a child and experiences the religion more as a foundation of her identity.

Toby’s and Ren’s stories converge in the present tense as they find each other and eventually wind up in a standoff between two criminals, themselves, and none other than Jimmy – with the Crakers headed their way.

While Oryx and Crake is a story that unfolds slowly, suffused with dread, like a bad dream turning into a horrible and inescapable nightmare, Year of the Flood is a story that unfolds slowly, lit by a spark of hope, like a green shoot pushing through a pile of rot. The Gardeners are conservationists, protecting not only the plant life and knowledge that humanity will need after the predicted apocalypse, but also the better aspects of human nature – kindness, love, faith, community. When the Flood sweeps through, the garden itself is lost, but hope stays alive in the persons of Toby and Ren. I think that in fact this could have been a sequel that ended the story – it felt complete with these two books, and I would have been content to imagine what happened next. Not that I was disappointed to have another installment….

* MaddAddam. From the beginning of the trilogy we have known that MaddAddam was a group of scientists working on rogue bioengineering projects and ultimately involved in Crake’s project to create a new human race. But who were they exactly? The final book answers that question in some biographical detail and continues the present day story where Flood left off.

MaddAddam, as it turns out, began as a splinter group that formed when Zeb split off from the Gardeners, led by Adam One. Zeb was unsatisfied with Adam’s pacifist stance and felt that more aggressive action was needed to shake up the trajectory that society was taking. He presided over the Maddaddam group as they unleashed a series of new bioforms that would disrupt society without harming people physically. Though we were at first led to believe (by Crake) that these scientists were later recruited to help Crake with his experiments, we now find out that Crake in fact captured and enslaved them under threat of death.

The key elements of this novel are of course the present day story, the backstory of the life of Zeb (and by extension his brother Adam), and the development of an ever more complex theology for the Crakers, the new human race created by Crake in captivity before being released by Jimmy after the Flood. In order to satisfy some basic questions and anxieties of the Crakers, Jimmy had invented a simple religion wherein Crake was creator of all people/Crakers and Oryx was creator and protector of animal life and nature. Jimmy was a prophet who could communicate directly with Crake, and Toby takes over the role while Jimmy lies in a coma for a portion of MaddAddam.

I have to admit that I was a little befuddled by a lot of the story of Zeb. In the larger view where Atwood is creating an entire new culture, I could see how he would be part of the new canon – the archetypical Hero figure. Obviously he figures into the main action as a key member of the MaddAddam group and as Adam One’s brother, and Toby’s love interest. Still I found his character and his irreverence jarring sometimes. I think I may just need to reread and soak it in, as I have learned from rereading the previous two books that there is a lot more here than I could really absorb with one read through.

The budding Craker religion was fascinating, especially given that we know Crake had deliberately attempted to breed religion (and singing) out of this new species, and failed. Atwood is clearly telling us that music and religion are part of who we are. I suspect that she is also telling us that in these two inevitable strands of our DNA are two more inevitable strands – the pitfalls of dogma and the corrupting influence of knowledge, as well as the beauty and redemption of art. The Crakers are also introduced to literacy as one of the children learns to read and write from Toby; the book concludes with the first written history of the new people – and so, we see, their culture has truly begun.

Thus the human race is given a chance to start over, with all of the ingredients of good and evil seeded into the garden. How will the world be remade by the Crakers and by their human-hybrid offspring? I was pleased that this was left open ended because it seemed the natural conclusion to say that we just don’t know.

What Are You Reading?


Recently I saw a Buzzfeed list of books called “22 Books You Should Read Now, Based on Your Childhood Favorites.” I love this list! Both columns are great – the books for kids and the ones for adults. This is now my go-to book list when I don’t have some other pressing book desire.

I picked Mr. Penumbra’s 24 Hour Bookstore from the list because I adored The Westing Game when I was about 10 years old and had all but forgotten that book! I remember feeling as though it was a secret discovery that hardly anyone had heard of, but of course it is a classic – I also want to go back and read that soon. Mr. Penumbra is a delightful mystery about a little bookstore, an ancient secret society, and the interplay between old and new technology. Full of quirky characters, plot twists, and pop Internet references, it’s lighthearted and funny and bursting with a kind of sunny love of life that I found maybe a little unserious but certainly thoroughly charming.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, maybe you’ve heard of this obscure little paperback? Haha. I am slowly making my way through old HP because I’ve never read it before, that’s right, never. I was not that interested in children’s lit when the series originally came out but I’m getting around to it now. Only two books in but it’s fun so far.

I heard about The Circle from a Blogher post, and while I’m not the world’s biggest Dave Eggers fan, I was intrigued by the plot synopsis about a young woman named Mae who goes to work for a big social media company and finds herself entwined in a cult like dark side of the group. “The Circle” is something like if Facebook, Twitter, and Google were all subsumed into one giant entity, plus some futuristic technology (“retinal” computers, ear pieces, and a lot more). At times the message here was heavy-handed and annoying, especially in the voice of Mercer, Mae’s ex-boyfriend, who argues piously with her about her technology-mediated life… every time Mercer went on another Luddhite rant against social media I felt like Eggers was preaching directly at me. I’m not sure why he did this when the rest of the book’s plot got the point across just fine. I think I was irritated by this book for about half of its length – in particular, around page 200 of this 700 page novel I started to wonder how it could possibly go on in this vein – but by the end it had won me over. And in the end it did really make me think about my own social media habits and to what weird extent I might be hooked on Likes and comments and so on. Worth a read if you can pardon some preachiness and repetitive bits early on.

Another book I just read from the Buzzfeed list is The Interestings by Meg Wolitzer. The novel follows a group of friends from when they meet at art camp in the summer of 1974, through to the present day when they are in their 50s. All have varying degrees of talent as teenagers and all end up with varying levels of personal and professional success as adults. It’s interesting to me that this book has very mixed reviews on Goodreads and the most common complaint is that readers had trouble connecting with the characters and/or felt that nothing in particular happened in the book. I did not feel this way on either count, but I can understand this view – so I recommend it with the caveat that apparently a lot of people do not like it! It’s a long one, so if you get 200 pages in and don’t care for it yet you probably won’t fall in love. We enter the story through the viewpoint of Julie (soon to be dubbed Jules), an awkward girl who comes to camp to escape the sadness of her family life after her dad dies. She is brought into the fold of a little group that she considers the coolest and most talented bunch at camp. Other readers gripe that there is nothing all that interesting about these people, but I think it rings true that when you are a teen and find YOUR people, you think they are the coolest and most interesting people who ever lived. For me this whole book is really just about that – ordinary lives that seem so much MORE simply because they are yours. Despite the sweeping timeline, Wolitzer hasn’t written an epic – she’s written something is actually quite small, but true.

What’s It All About? Thoughts on Disability, Difference, and Dissatisfaction


We spend nearly every minute wanting things to be a little bit different, a little bit better. Even now, reading this, you might be thinking defensively: But I only want what’s best.

We call it wanting the “best.” We say we want “advantages” for our children. We say we are “enriching” their environment and “exposing” them to more “opportunities.” That’s all well and good, but what do we mean when we say that? Do we mean that we want them to turn out smarter? More talented? More popular? More attractive? More admired? More successful? More accomplished? With more status and money? Yes! We mean all of that and more! To what end? To serve whom? To serve ourselves? So we can be satisfied? We won’t be satisfied then unless we know how to be satisfied now.

What do we mean by all these things we want “for our children?” All these things we think they “need?” Whatever they are, and however, we acquire these things, the fact remains: desires are inexhaustible. Chasing them, however, will exhaust you. It will frustrate you. It will cause worry and anxiety, grumbling and dissatisfaction. It will disrupt your home and impose expectations on those around you. It will cost you money, and it will cost you time, all the while distracting you from your life, bountiful and precious, right in front of you.

– Karen Maezen Miller, Momma Zen: Walking the Crooked Path of Motherhood

I recently shared on Facebook a guest post by one of the bloggers I read regularly: Lisa Morguess’s “On the Possibility of Curing Down Syndrome.” In it Lisa talks about her thoughts on emerging technology that could potentially “cure” Down Syndrome by shutting down the extra copy of the 21st chromosome (this, in case you didn’t know, is what Down Syndrome is – an extra copy of that particular chromosome). At the crux of her position is this: “What bothers me about the question of whether I would change the fact that my son has Down syndrome that it’s just another example of how we value people based on arbitrary standards, like intelligence and achievement and performance.”

When I posted this, another friend commented to share a TED Talk by Andrew Solomon (and by the way Lisa has blogged about Solomon’s book too which made watching this talk a little weird for me knowing that Lisa did not find him to be all that diversity-friendly, but that’s a side note) in which he talks about the tension between new science that can or will allow us to prevent, treat, and cure disabilities and the growing social acceptance of people with disabilities.

In it, Solomon quotes Jim Sinclair, an autistic adult who co-founded Autism Network International: “Therefore, when parents say, I wish my child did not have autism, what they’re really saying is, I wish the autistic child I have did not exist, and I had a different (non-autistic) child instead. Read that again. This is what we hear when you mourn over our existence. This is what we hear when you pray for a cure. This is what we know, when you tell us of your fondest hopes and dreams for us: that your greatest wish is that one day we will cease to be, and strangers you can love will move in behind our faces.”

This is a powerful message that shouldn’t be brushed aside: when you try to fix us, we feel that you want to erase us. I can’t pretend to know a lot about disability or how people with disabilities feel, but Sinclair’s statement reverberates within me. It seems to me that a lot of the disability in disability stems from the rest of us – mainstream, able-bodied, neurotypical people – refusing to make room for other ways of being.

Andrew Solomon compares disability to homosexuality in his talk, in the sense that gayness also used to be considered a condition or mental illness that should be treated and cured. I too thought of this comparison when I was reading Lisa’s essay. If we discovered a way to shut off the genes that make a person gay while still in utero, would people do that? Would we allow it? How is that different from shutting down Down Syndrome, or autism, or (to use some other disabilities that Solomon has researched) deafness or Dwarfism?

The question at the heart of all of this is not a small one. It’s the Big Question, really: What is the meaning of life? I don’t think many people would come right out and say that the meaning of life is living independently, finding gainful employment, choosing a life partner and reproducing, but these seem to be our unspoken assumptions about what makes a life meaningful. These are little more than American conventions and yet they are the goals that we drive people towards with great intensity and anxiety from the moment those little people are born without really ever explicitly asking ourselves what we truly value. Whether it’s Early Intervention for the toddler who doesn’t speak or working on literacy with your preschooler so that he’ll enter kindergarten ready to read – I think we have to stop and take a moment to ask ourselves what it’s all about.

This is why I put the quote from Karen Maezen Miller (author, mother, and Buddhist priest) at the top of this post. It seems to me that the desperation to give our children head starts and to “intervene” in the development of young toddlers and even to “cure” disabilities all arise from this same, fearful, inexhaustible desire to make everything better, different, to maximize potential, to do what’s BEST with really no clue what “best” even means or whether it’s something worth achieving.

Everyone must have a personal answer to the question of what life’s all about, but maybe as a culture we can come up with some new, less exclusive and materialistic values. I might be a bit of an idealist but I think it is possible. Maybe we can value people simply because they are people and not because of what they are able to achieve. Maybe we can encourage authenticity. Respect diversity. Ease suffering. Embrace difference.

What Are You Reading?


I have a new bedtime routine with Miles. The new routine is: no bedtime. Lately his need for autonomy has been… powerful. He had been resisting bedtime for a while and I got tired of battling over it with him. So I decided to try just letting HIM decide when he was ready to go to bed. Even I thought this might be a little insane. But you know what? He goes to sleep at exactly the same time as he did when I was arguing with him about it for an hour or more. Huh.

So before bed, now, we have a little quiet time. I dim the lights in the house and I set up a puzzle or art project for him at the table, or just leave him alone if he’s playing quietly already, and I sit down and read for a while. Not only do I not fight him over bedtime, I also get to decompress a little before I go read him his bedtime stories, and that’s really nice for me!

I’ve been on a big YA kick this summer. I will say I came to the whole YA trend with some skepticism, like, what could possibly interest me about books written for teenagers? But there are some genuinely good books coming out in the genre right now. And yeah, some of it is fluff – that’s okay too. I like fluff sometimes. I also like that a lot of these are in series, so I can delve into one story for three or more books.

The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones, City of Ashes, City of Glass by Cassandra Clare. Mike heard about this series on the radio and thought I might like to give it a try. From the beginning I’ve had mixed feelings, but as you can see I’m on the third book (out of five) already! The story follows Clary, a seemingly ordinary teenage girl in Brooklyn, as she stumbles into a world of Shadowhunters (humans with some angel blood in their lineage), demons, vampires, werewolves, warlocks, and other supernatural creatures. It seems like the premise of the world of Shadowhunters who fight demons has so much promise, and for some reason Clare just doesn’t even try to flesh out all of the spiritual and philosophical potential in this scenario. It’s kind of just a teen romance with monsters in it. And yet. I am still reading it. Highly readable, but pure fluff.

Chaos Walking: The Knife of Never Letting Go, The Ask and The Answer by Patrick Ness. This series is on the other end of the stick. It’s hard to say much about the books without giving away spoilers, but we start out with Todd Hewitt, nearing his 13th birthday when he will become a man, in a world where all men can hear each other’s thoughts (and the thoughts of animals too). He is an orphan who has been raised by two men who were friends of his parents, and he will soon discover that almost nothing that he believes about his life and the world is true. I wish I could say more about the plot that would give you an idea of how rich and complex this story world is, but if you have any intention of reading the book I must leave you the pleasure of letting it all unfold and unfold and unfold. There are some deep questions raised about morality, loyalty, autonomy, the fog of war…. I had a hard time getting past the first 100 pages or so of dialect writing and a seemingly slow pace, but trust me. This series is rather amazing, the kind of fiction writing that you just keep thinking about after you’ve finished a book. Ness has also written some adult novel which I may check out when I finish Chaos Walking.

Let’s Explore Diabetes With Owls by David Sedaris. It might be blasphemous for someone of my age and predilections to admit this, but I have never loved David Sedaris. My favorite white gay male humorous memoirist is Augusten Burroughs. But I saw this title come up on one of my library new release newsletters and gave it a try. It was amusing and enjoyable to read. That’s about all I can say about it, or any other Sedaris book I’ve read. So, there’s that.

Cooked by Michael Pollan. I am not a foodie or into food writing all that much, but I am a Pollan devotee. I love his clear, descriptive writing style and the bemused way he looks at how we Americans are kind of weird and insane about how we interact with food. Mike bought me a copy of this book for Mother’s Day and I am just starting to read it in little bits because I can’t digest (no pun intended) too much of it in one sitting. But it promises to be as good as the rest of his writing.

And that’s about it for me! Just toggling between the Mortal Instruments and Chaos Walking for the rest of the summer probably, and then… we’ll see!

What Are You Reading? My Must-Reads!


I’m on a roll with some seriously good reading material lately. Stress-Free Potty Training and Solve Your Child’s Sleep Problems (Ferber) were both interesting and helpful reads. Now I’m on to two more great ones; one parenting-related, and one not (though the information certainly carries over to parenting). And for the bonus round, what the heck was Life of Pi about?

I was excited to read a book called Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking when I first stumbled upon a listing, and this book has not disappointed. (My book recommendations will now link to Goodreads instead of an online retailer, you’re welcome!) I want to write a whole post about my recent thoughts on introversion while reading this book, but this is an absolute must-read if you are an introvert or love someone who is! Susan Cain has great insights on what this personality type really is; it is not just someone who is shy or socially reserved. And the way she has illuminated our cultural bias against the introverted person has me pretty fired up. More on that later for sure.

I have just started reading Simplicity Parenting: Using the Extraordinary Power of Less to Raise Calmer, Happier, and More Secure Kids. I was actually wary of this book since I try to avoid parenting tomes that exacerbate my tendency to want to “perfect” parenting, but this one has sucked me right in. I suppose in a way it’s an easy read for me, psychologically, because it reinforces my natural leanings toward minimalism; it’s not too hard to sit in the choir for a sermon. But there are some seriously compelling ideas here that resonate with my parenting experiences. Such as that all kids are quirky, but can slide down a spectrum of behavior into “disorder” when they are under stress, and – most importantly, can slide back to just quirky if you can help them get the mental and emotional space to de-stress. I have already done some toy purging inspired by this book (much needed after a Christmas and birthday just a few weeks apart).

And one more recent read that I would welcome people’s thoughts on. No spoilers! I finished Life of Pi while deep into sleep training. Let me tell you, that was a strange read at 2 am. I like this book but find it perplexing; I still keep trying to figure it out, which is of course a hallmark of good fiction writing. Or sometimes bad fiction writing – ha. What I’m stuck on is not the plot itself, but what is the meaning of this book? I really can’t figure it out. The introduction famously warns that the story will make you believe in God, but my intuition is that this is an atheist’s tale in disguise, perhaps with a Pascal’s Wager thrown in. I’m just not sure.

What I’m Listening To: Perla


We’ve moved from Elmo to The Nields to Perla as the never-ending soundtrack of our lives in the Human house. We scored an early release copy of the EP by donating to the Kickstarter campaign that launched the record, so we’ve had this on heavy rotation for weeks, but it’s available now – right here – for digital download (pay what you think is fair!) or 10″ vinyl ($15).

Mike and I both love this record because the electronic music is poppy but substantial, upbeat but with a gritty edge, multilayered but also minimalist. Mike likes “All the Ama” best and I’m partial to the final track, “Dance Malady.”

If our raves aren’t enough, Miles also ADORES this music. In the car he gets mad if I try to switch to another CD, and at home he requests it multiple times a day by pointing to the ipod and saying “Blue. Blue. Blue.” (He has no word for the color white so he describes the album cover as blue.) He seems to like “Robbery” the best and imitates the beat with a “k, k, k” sound. At the end of “Dance Malady” there is a little chime that Miles calls “fishies” for some reason. As musical obsessions go, this one’s pretty enjoyable!

Check out the link to hear “The Bug,” their first single, in its entirety.

What Are You Reading?


I’m burning the candle at both ends lately but it’s worth it when I’m getting in some good reading…

Hunger Games Trilogy by Suzanne Collins. I tried to keep my expectations low going into this series, because I hate being disappointed by over-hyped books. And I’m not usually into YA fiction – never got into Harry Potter and never read Twilight. But for me, these books lived up to the hype. The characters were great, the plots and concepts were complex and thought provoking, the writing was good. Without giving away any spoilers, I think the ending of the trilogy left some things to desired, but wasn’t bad enough to ruin the overall experience for me. I loved reading a teenage heroine who wasn’t a romantic figure – so many elements of the books defied my expectations, in a good way. So if you are one of the 10 people on Earth who haven’t read this uber-popular trilogy yet, give it a whirl.

*a side note on ebooks* I love books. Actual books. In college my graduating thesis was a series of handmade books, so it should come as no surprise that I’m not on the ereader bandwagon. However, in the interest of meeting a book club deadline, I borrowed the second two Hunger Games books, for free, via Amazon from a friend in the group and read them on my phone with the free Kindle app. I have to admit it was kind of amazing – I didn’t even know my phone could do that, and for free! And the instant gratification! But it didn’t convert me. I still love books more, and the un-physicality of the ebooks was weird for me – even though I could read that I was 84% of the way through a novel, I couldn’t see where I was in the book. And I think even more than that, it bothered me that my kid was seeing me glued to my phone all the time I was engrossed in this trilogy. I want him to see me reading books – I don’t feel like I am modeling a love of reading when I’m holding my smartphone. Moving on….

A Feast for Crows by George R.R. Martin. The fourth in the Game of Thrones series of novels, I was fairly close to the end of this one when I temporarily put it down to read Hunger Games in time for the book club discussion. The GoT book before this started off slow and ended up exciting, and I think this one was the opposite – I was really into it at first and then it just dwindled to nothing. I liked some of the new plot threads, like the religious cult that arises in the kingdom, but none of it really went anywhere. It started to feel like getting bogged down in the later seasons of Lost when you begin to doubt that you are being led to any kind of satisfying conclusion. Even so, after slogging through four books I’ll probably go on with the series.

The Boys of My Youth by Jo Ann Beard. This was a huuuge downshift from Hunger Games and even Feast for Crows. It was definitely the wrong time to read it, but I had requested it from the library earlier and that’s how the cookie crumbled. It was difficult for me to get fully into the mood of this slow, lush, beautiful book – in fact I’ll probably come back to it another time – but I would highly recommend it and thank Kristine for the heads up. A collection of short nonfiction pieces, it reads more like a fine art painting than a memoir… prepare yourself to slow down and sink in.

Happy Chaos by Soleil Moon Frye. I loved Punky Brewster as a kid. I wanted to BE her. In fact the highest compliment you could have paid me when I was 8 years old was to tell me I looked like Punky. So of course I had to pick up this memoir slash parenting book by Soleil Moon Frye… and it didn’t disappoint – not for this Punky fan. It’s fun and light and entertaining, kind of like a print version of a personal blog written by a mom who is happy to admit she doesn’t have everything figured out and oh by the way also has lots of stories about growing up as Punky Brewster!! I was worried I might hate her because she seems so crunchy and beautiful and perfect, but she is actually endearingly humble and sunny – I like that in a person.

Broken Irish by Edward J. Delaney. Totally random pick at the library, one of my MUST FIND A BOOK BEFORE TODDLER DESTRUCTION ENSUES grabs from the new release shelf. A novel set in South Boston in 1999, it follows the rapidly crumbling lives of a few different Southie residents. I love a Boston setting, even though I’m not personally too familiar with Southie, and I thought the place and people were wonderfully drawn in this book. It deals with some themes that could have been trite, namely Catholic priest sex abuse, but was never maudlin or cliched. I was really digging this book the whole way through and looked forward to every naptime and bedtime when I could squeeze in a few chapters, and then – the ending. I’m not against the open, ambiguous ending in a few really well executed cases, but for the most part they just annoy me. I don’t understand why novelists go to all the trouble of crafting a story that draws you in, builds momentum, propels you and all the characters to some looming climax and then – PEACE OUT. Booooo! There was a bit of a “reveal” at the end but it wasn’t enough to be a good conclusion. Just based on that one flaw, I can only recommend this if you are willing to be emotionally invested in a story that just kind of flakes out on you at the end.

Maisie Dobbs by Jacqueline Winspear. Thank you to Dunc for this recommendation when I tweeted my despair over Hunger Games being such a hard act to follow. I just started it, so no review yet, but I’ll be coming back to it with the next installment of What Are You Reading?!

What I’m Listening To


Mike gave me the posthumously released Amy Winehouse CD Lioness: Hidden Treasures for Christmas, which was a neat surprise because I hadn’t known it even existed.

Amy Winehouse is the kind of artist I would listen to singing the phone book, so it almost goes without saying that I like this CD. Is it a great album? No… it’s a little too reined in and there are some weak tracks – it’s no Back to Black. But if you love Amy Winehouse, you’ll love the new versions of some older songs, and a standout new track called “Between the Cheats” that I also really enjoy.

“Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow” is a Shirelles cover that was first featured (the Winehouse version, that is) on the soundtrack to Bridget Jones – but this version is much better and more soulful. I’ve heard two previous recordings of “Valerie,” and my favorite is still the live performance on Jo Whiley’s BBC 1 radio show, but this one is a good second place. There are satisfying original versions of the Back to Black hits “Tears Dry On Their Own,” and “Wake Up Alone,” the latter of which is one of my favorite songs ever.

Weakest spots for me are “Like Smoke” with Nas – the song itself is fine but Nas’s verse is just cringingly awful – and “Body and Soul” with Tony Bennett – just not a Tony fan, sorry.

If you don’t “get” the appeal of Winehouse, I’m not sure what to tell you. Mike and I had the opportunity to see her perform at Lollapalooza in 2007 and hearing her voice in person just gave you the chills – there was so much power there you got the feeling she was only singing with 20% of her vocal potential most of the time. Much is made of Adele these days, and I like Adele, but to me she is the Sarah Vaughan to Amy’s Billie Holiday. Sarah/Adele is more polished, better produced, more listenable, but if you want raw, naked soul, you go to Billie or Amy.

My favorite Amy Winehouse performances are still the first ones I ever saw and heard, which you can see if you go to youtube and search “Amy Winehouse The DL Show.” If those don’t win you over to Amy’s beautiful artistry, nothing will.