I have one more workweek before I'm on vacation for the rest of the year. I'm working double-time to get everything done before I head home. Add to that all the Christmas prep, I'm feeling that old holiday stress. But the thought of two weeks off to read and spend time with family makes up for it.
Most of my end-of-year posts will go up in late December or in January. Something just had to give.
Last week I finished:
I'd had my eye on A Thousand Hills to Heaven since it came out in 2013. And having such a hard time lately settling on a book, I chose this off the TBR shelf. Unfortunately, this is another of those books that misrepresents itself with its subtitle. "Love, Hope, and a Restaurant in Rwanda" to me indicated it would be the story of a couple who open a restaurant in Rwanda. This is really more the story of relief aid workers Josh Ruxin and his wife Alissa who have spent time exacting change in the world's most destitute places. Ruxin is tasked with opening health care centers in Rwanda's worst area, and toward the end of the book, his wife opens a restaurant called Heaven there (while having and raising three children). But the book is really about the need for aid and relief work in Africa. It's not really about a restaurant. Do not get me wrong, the work these two and their team have done is wonderful, needed, and sacrificial; they do it with an open heart with an eye toward self-sufficiency and dignity rather than dependence on an unsustainable model. It's just that I was there for the restaurant, not the UN-y chat about the need for more money and workers and better practices. And if I were to read a book about foreign relief workers, I'd choose one that was Christian-based. Starving bodies is not necessarily the root of the devastation, in my opinion. Other than feeling blindsided, I enjoyed the book. It wasn't really very preachy. It was a positive portrayal, a very hopeful book. I did wonder though, if Rwanda's current state was being whitewashed. Surely it's not so perfect as it would seem by Ruxin's descriptions. What did strike me though, and will stay with me long after finishing the book, is how the Rwandans healed as a nation after the 1994 genocide. It's nearly impossible for Americans to understand the set of events that led one group (Hutus) to turn on the other (Tutsis) which no one could tell apart (Hutus were given addresses of Tutsis to kill based on government records) and kill one million of their own. I think the American mind, which cannot fathom such a thing, just wants to "let Africa take care of Africa" when they think about this. If Ruxin's description is correct, the country did an unbelievable job healing the pain of the genocide and forgiving the atrocities done to them by their neighbors. It's really quite remarkable. If you're interested in present-day Africa and relief work going on there, I recommend this book. My rating: 3 stars.
And quite by chance, another book about Africa. The Kalahari Typing School for Men is the fourth in Alexander McCall Smith's No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency series. In this book, Mma Makutsi decides to open a typing school for men to earn extra money, and she ends up falling in love with one of her students. Mma Ramotswe is working on a case that would allow a man to right past wrongs. And Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni learns to be a more involved foster father when his foster son starts acting up. It's as good as the others, and I can't wait to listen to the rest. Luckily, I won't run out of them any time soon! My rating: 4 stars.
Last week I began:
Next up for my "main" book is In a French Kitchen, which I would read for the cover alone.
I also began Dear Fahrenheit 451, which, in spite of the swearing throughout, is a wonderful read. It's a set of letters the librarian/author, Annie Spence, writes to books she loves, loathes, or is weeding from the library. A great one for book nerds.
This week I continue with:
My Antonia is one of those books that I never want to pick up, but when I do, I love reading. It's a somber book, much like the prairie in the homesteading days, I imagine, but I like its easy writing.
I'm making slow progress with If Bees Are Few, but not because I don't like it. So far, I don't think I've run across a poem I know.
My next audiobook:
Dana Perino recommended the Maggie Hope mystery series, one that I'd been interested in but never started. I'll listen to the first book, Mr. Churchill's Secretary, and see what I think.
And welcome to December. My goodness, the last reading list of 2017. This still feels fluid to me. I might be adding and deleting and moving things around throughout the month, especially since I'll be on vacation the last half of the month. For now, I've settled on the following 15 titles, at least half of which were published this year. The rest of the list cleans up a bit of my TBR.
I have complicated feelings about Circling the Sun. I abandoned listening to it only to pick it up again a week later and finish it. I do tend to have trouble letting plots hang without closure, but this was a little different, too. It had the added element of being a novelization of a person's life. Horse trainer and aviator Beryl Markham led a private life, and in her own masterful memoir West with the Night, she did not delve into her personal life. So to base a book on a life so many know by a fabulous memoir (one of the absolute finest memoirs in all of literature in my opinion), without a hint as to where the real ended and the fiction began was disorienting. I fight against a book like that. The fact is, what was added to the fictional account that was not in the memoir was Markham's two marriages, numerous lovers, and baby born with birth defects. I don't know where author Paula McLain came onto these salacious bits of biography, but the whole business left me feeling queasy. There's a fair amount of imagining Markham's sexual life here, and I just couldn't have been less interested. If you have a higher tolerance for fictionalized biography than I do (and that doesn't take much), if you don't need to know where fact ends and fiction begins, and if you don't mind a lot of adultery and sex, this is a beautifully written novel. Still, I'd suggest reading the memoir first. My rating: 3.5 stars.
Every now and then a book comes along that really surprises you with its generosity, sense of humor, and playful approach. You can never really predict where you'll find one, and that's why they're wonderful gifts. The Little Bookstore of Big Stone Gap is one of those gifts. I bought the book about a year and a half ago, and it had recently been relegated to the "Quarantine" box in the basement where I keep books that are likely on their way out of the house but I'm not quite ready to give up on getting to. After the Amy Tan book experience bottomed out (more on that below), I was facing readcation with no book. Nothing sounded good, so I decided to dig through the Q box and, boy am I glad I did. This is the story of Wendy Welch and her Scottish husband Jack opening a used bookstore in Big Stone Gap, Virginia (not to be confused with Adriana Trigiani's books about Big Stone Gap--same place, different author). This is an insular town in Appalachian coal country. It takes locals a long time to warm up to a stranger, and no one expected these overeducated strangers to stay long anyway. But over time, they learned to build a business and to become a community. This is a Hallmark movie waiting to happen, but it was wonderful. Welch is a fun person; it comes through in her writing. She's witty and quirky, and the whole reading experience was just lovely. If you're a bibliophile or you're looking for a pick-me-up book, get a copy of this one. You won't be disappointed. My rating: 5 stars.
I downloaded a copy of Laurie Colwin's Home Cooking for my Kindle awhile ago, and I found it a nice book to pick up and put down (the best kind for Kindle, in my opinion). Colwin was a popular writer in the 1980s, and her work enjoyed a resurgence in the 1990s following her untimely passing. I remember going to Waldenbooks (remember Waldenbooks?) in the 1990s to pick up a copy of her Happy All the Time and ABig Storm Knocked it Over, neither of which I liked a whole lot. Along the way I learned that she also wrote books about cooking, and it took me this long to try one. Never too late, I guess. The book is set up with short chapters on certain foods (Chocolate, Salt, Potato Salad, Red Peppers, How to Fry Chicken, etc.) She gets a little opinionated for a home cook, but somehow that's easier for me to take than an opinionated fancy cook (I'm looking at you, Ina Garten). The book was published in 1988, and I expected to find it quite dated, after all, think of how much cooking and eating has changed in thirty years, but it was surprisingly timely--partly owing to the fact that she was from the East Coast where so many food trends start. I enjoyed this book. It wasn't earthshattering, but it was comfy, and that's what the title promised. My rating: 3 stars.
Back in college I was a creative writing major. Poetry was my genre, and I wrote and published it by the fistful. I had the honor (I even knew it was at the time) of taking my poetry workshop with Max Garland, and his poetry and influence stayed with me. It's not merely that Max was my professor that made me appreciate his work (I had plenty of professors whose work I did not particularly love), but it's that Max's poems truly spoke to me. My style and subject matter have always been similar to his, and his work has always blown me away with its humble, nostalgic, and witty lines. This is his third collection, and it is as wonderful as his first two, Postal Confessions (he was a postal worker prior to teaching) and Hunger Wide as Heaven. This collection is like going home again, even though "home" in this case is right where I am. He became the Wisconsin poet laureate a few years ago, and I'm so proud that our city has his talent. We're richer for it. If you're looking for some approachable poetry with depth and lightness, pick up a copy of anything by him. You can also Google individual poems. My rating: 5 stars.
Last week I (temporarily?) abandoned:
I was so looking forward to Amy Tan's new book, but I had a tough time with the first couple of chapters, and I wanted something I really wanted to sit down with for hours at a time. So, I abandoned this one. But I don't think it will be forever. I just can't let an Amy Tan nonfiction book go unread. I think I'll try to get my hands on an audio copy so I can still "read" the book, but it won't feel so arduous.
What I'm reading this week:
This is another book from my Quarantine box. I love the cover, and I have a thing for birds, though I know very little about individual species. You know I love books about ridiculous feats, and in this one, Neil Hayward races to find the most birds in one year (in birding circles, a "Big Year"). Sounds fun, doesn't it?
Last week I started:
After finishing Home Cooking, which was supposed to be my December Kindle read, I was hankering for "literature" when I remembered I had a copy of My Antonia downloaded. So far, this has fit the bill.
And I'm finally getting around to If Bees Are Few, an anthology of bee poems. Since one of my aspirations in life has always been to edit a collection of bee poems, I have mixed feelings about someone beating me to it.
My next audiobook:
Next up on the audio front, book four of the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency series, The Kalahari Typing School for Men. I'm so excited.
November was a good reading month. I cleaned up a number of titles from my TBR, things I've been wanting to read for ages. I also treated myself to a few new books. I finished 14 books this month and abandoned two (which I think I'll finish in December). I had a three-day "readcation" this month, and loaded up on Cyber Monday Kindle deals, so I closed the month with a lot of 2018 book dreaming.
Here's what I finished in November. Full reviews are linked to the one-word reviews below.