BookCon’s Lily-White Lineup: Why We’re Still Talking About Diversity

 

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Participate in enough diversity training sessions, workshops, or talks – as most young professionals have at school and in our jobs – and you’ll hear your fair share of grumbling from Gen-X and Gen-Yers.  “Diversity training again?  Really?  It’s 2014.  Who still needs to be told this stuff?”

I’m a member of Gen-Y, and most of my friends are either Gen-X or Gen-Y.*  We grew up with the message that diversity is a good and important thing.  Our friends hail from all different races, religions, ethnic groups, backgrounds.  To the extent we think about our friends’ backgrounds (which, for most of us, isn’t much or often), we like the fact that our social groups are made up of so many different faces and backgrounds.  We value the different perspectives that come with the experience of belonging to all kinds of communities.  And sometimes, we can’t believe it still has to be spelled out, because… we know.  We know diversity is good.  We know it’s important.  We know it adds value.  Diversity is a value that’s ingrained in us, has been since childhood, and we simply can’t believe there are people out there who still don’t get it, and still need it explained to them.  Because, isn’t it obvious?

Apparently, it’s not.**  Every so often, an outrage happens that leaves people shaking their heads and saying, “I guess there are still people who need to be told this stuff.”  This week, that’s BookCon.  BookCon is the new name for the power readers’ day on the final day of Book Expo America, the premier book industry gathering of the year in the U.S.  Every year, industry insiders, reviewers, bloggers and readers gather at BEA for a weekend of bookish awesome.  There’s even an “Armchair BEA” for those who can’t make it in person.  It’s a big deal and I’ve always wanted to go, until this year.

Last week or so, BookCon rolled out its lists of panelists and readers scratched their heads at the lineup of one of the most important panels – a kidlit and YA celebrity panel – made up entirely of white males.  The conversation began in smoky confusion.  “Um, guys?  This is the lineup?  This is the final lineup?  Uhhhh, but… Where are the women?  Where are the people of color?”  BookCon’s reaction – an apology-that-wasn’t-really-an-apology from its organizer, ReedPop, followed by a head-scratching decision not to change anything because people were still buying tickets (but what about all those people demanding refunds, BookCon?) added fuel, and now it’s a raging fire.  Within the last few days, BookCon extended an invitation to a female author of color to join as a panelist.  (They had previously invited her to moderate, with a list of pre-approved questions.  When she asked if she could be on the panel, they declined.)  Many considered the invitation too little, too late and pointed out (correctly, I think) that it smacks of tokenism.  It also puts the newly invited author in an untenable position.  Does she want to accept the invitation and enjoy the publicity, but at the price of being the token female and the token person of color?  Or does she want to reject it and take a stand, but lose out on the publicity for her work?  It’s a no-win situation, and completely unfair to her.

I’m not going to say more about the controversy, because BookRiot has already said it all so well.  (Check out this post for just one example of thoughtful criticism of BookCon’s errors in judgment.)

What I want to say, as a reader, and as a person unconnected with the book industry (except to the extent I fund them with my frequent trips to the neighborhood bookstore), is this: of all industries out there, I’d have expected better from the book industry.  I’d have expected this industry to be the most open, the most diverse, the most willing to listen to criticism.  Isn’t that what books are all about – to open our perspectives, to allow us to see the world through different eyes, to let us live as others do for a little while?  Isn’t an all-male, lily-white lineup of celebrities completely missing the point?

Diversity is important.  And it’s not just racial diversity that we demand.  We want to hear voices of women, voices of those born and raised in other states and other countries, voices of those from different backgrounds, different religions, different ages, different fields of study and work, different points of view.  We want all perspectives, and from a major event like BookCon, we don’t just want this.  We expect it.  There is no experience, no work, no discussion, that is not enriched by the addition of new and different voices, with new and different things to add.  That is reality.  We sort of thought you would know that, BookCon, but evidently you don’t.  Evidently, there are still people who need to be told about diversity.

So, let’s talk.

Have you been following the BookCon controversy?  What do you think?

*Don’t get me wrong.  I think there are plenty of people from other generations who value diversity and don’t need to be told that it’s a positive and important thing.  I’ve worked with plenty of them.  But my personal experience is as a member of Generation Y, so that’s the perspective from which I write this. I do think that Gen-Y, and much of X, were the first generations to come to their diversity values organically, by growing up thinking, “Well, obviously.”  But please feel free to disagree with me – let’s just all be respectful.

**Since this is one of the more controversial posts I’ve done, it warrants saying (and this might be obvious, too): this post represents my personal opinions and is not written on behalf of my employer (an organization I do not identify here, in any event, because this is a personal blog).  And this should go without saying, but just in case: no part of this post is intended as legal advice.

Read Much? Not Much. Or, My First Readathon.

So, if you’re into the book blogging world, you’ve probably come across the readathon concept.  I’m a little fuzzy on the rules, but my basic understanding is that you set aside a day for reading as much as possible and neglecting your housework, and because hundreds of other people are all doing this as well and it’s organized with cheerleaders and everything, you get the privilege of calling it a readathon instead of just “Saturday.”

Anyway, I love the idea of reading all day – obviously, since I did plenty of that once upon a time, before children.  And I would love to read all day while people leave me encouraging notes, as if I need encouragement.  But for various reasons, I’d never joined in on a readathon before.  There was always something going on – either I was on vacation (and sightseeing, not a beach or lake vacation where a readathon would actually be practicable), or I had family commitments or a big race, or a tiny baby who needed too much of my attention.  I would follow jealously along on Twitter, kicking myself for not signing up at least to cheer.  And I always promised myself: someday.

Finally I decided: someday would be April 26, 2014, the date of the spring installment of Dewey’s 24 Hour Readathon.  It was, once again, not a great weekend for me.  I have a little kid who wants attention (and deserves attention, and is WAY too cute to ignore) and it was also the week before the Five Boro Bike Tour, so I had a couple of training rides to get in.  I knew there was no way I’d be able to put as much reading time in as I would have pre-baby, pre-hectic weekends.  But I decided I’d go for it anyway.

The first task in any readathon is to pick your books.  Here was my stack:

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The Mummy Case, by Elizabeth Peters; Bronte: Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets (poems by Emily Bronte – for National Poetry Month; I was slacking); Wigs on the Green, by Nancy Mitford; Henrietta’s War, by Joyce Dennys; William Shakespeare’s Star Wars: Verily, A New Hope, by Ian Doescher; The Pericles Commission, by Gary Corby.  Since I knew I wouldn’t actually be reading 24 hours, or anywhere close to it, I really didn’t think I’d get through all of these.  But this was my lineup of choices.

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Sometimes I’m not the brightest.  I didn’t exactly read the directions on the readathon site, and didn’t realize that there were different start times for each time zone.  I sort of thought the readathon started at midnight wherever you are, and ended at midnight the following night.  Actually, for my time zone, it went 8:00 a.m. to 8:00 a.m.  I started at 6:24 a.m.  Oopsie, then.

Anyway.  I decided to start with The Mummy Case, since I was 223 pages into it (out of 404) and wanted to finish.  I read steadily for almost two hours, then had to break off to feed Peanut her breakfast and get us both ready for Stroller Strides.  (It’s a part of the weekend that we both really enjoy, and we had missed the previous weekend and won’t be able to make it next weekend, so it took priority over the readathon.)  We got back from Stroller Strides around 11:30.  I gave Peanut lunch, put her down for her nap, and then got ready for what I hoped would be a ten mile bike ride.

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About two miles in, the hail started.  I had also made the unwise decision of wearing skimpy bike shorts, and it was in the 30s.  Since I couldn’t feel my legs, there were hailstones under my helmet, and the readathon clock was ticking, I gave up the ride as a bad job and headed back after only six miles.  (I had a thirty-five miler on the schedule for Sunday, so it wasn’t like this was my big training ride of the weekend.)

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Back home: lunch, and more Amelia Peabody.  I am loving these mysteries, but more about that coming in a future post.

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Done with book the first!  I decided to keep track of my time with this handy digital bookmark, and it tells me I’d been reading for 2 hours, 26 minutes at this point.  That’s already more than I thought I’d manage, so I was pretty pleased.

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Snacktime, and on to book the second.  As I mentioned, I’d been slacking on my plan to read through this volume of Emily Bronte’s poems for National Poetry Month, so I decided some forced reading time would get me back on track.  Time for a Bronte binge.

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Man, Emily Bronte is depressing.  More about this to come in a future post (on Friday!) but the woman had a serious fixation on the grave.  It was a good thing I had someone so cute to look at as I read.  Here we are enjoying an afternoon snack (Peanut) and a poem that, at first, seemed to be about something other than death, but of course ended up being depressing (me).

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Peanut also decided to get in on the readathon action.  She spent at least thirty minutes – more like an hour, I think, but I was in no place to count – sitting on the floor, “reading aloud” from her Mother Goose book.  Like mother, like daughter.

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Late afternoon, more readathon views.  I’m still reading depressing poetry, and so is Peanut.

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Eventually, it was time to break for dinner (pizza, which seems to be the official readathon dinner food, and wings, because Buffalo), and to give Peanut her bottle and stories and bedtime snuggles.  With her tucked cozily away upstairs, I returned to Bronte and finished around 8:30 or a little after.  Reading time: 4 hours, 40 minutes.

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With book the second finished, it was on to book the third.  I chose Henrietta’s War, because I was looking for something short and a bit lighter after an afternoon with the least cheery Bronte sister (and that is saying something), and because I’ve been meaning to read this one for a long time.  I also decided to eat Peanut’s Easter cookie from Grandma and Grandpa.  In my defense, I tried to cut it up for her, but my knife didn’t want to go through the royal icing.  In my further defense, I actually slipped and cut the inside of my mouth on this.  So I’m glad I didn’t feed it to Peanut.  But sorry anyway, Grandma and Grandpa.  It was delicious.

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Henrietta’s War was fantastic, and I loved it pretty much from page one.  But… I was getting pretty tired.

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I moved upstairs and took a short reading break to put sheets on the bed (laundry day).  Then I climbed in and curled up with Henrietta and Mrs. Savernack and Lady B and Faith and Colonel Simpkins for a bit longer.  Henrietta kept me laughing (what a wonderful pen-pal she’d make!) but eventually I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.

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10:49 p.m. – Book closed, lights out, readathon done, at least for me.  6 hours and 28 minutes of reading is more than I expected to do, not as much as most of the readathon participants did, but good for a busy mom who wasn’t committed enough to make it 24 hours but wanted to play along, at least once.

Will I readathon again?  You betcha!  Dewey’s readathon was well organized, and I got lots of encouraging messages and “likes” on Instagram and Twitter all day from the cheerleaders.  There’s another one coming up in October, and I’d love to really commit and try to make it longer.  Unless it’s marathon weekend, in which case… well, maybe an audiobook.

Did you participate in the Dewey’s 24 Hour Readathon this weekend?  How’d you do?

Comfort Reading

Any voracious reader could probably name multiple reasons why they love to sink into a book.  There are many things I love about reading, and I’ve pondered why I read in the past.  In that post, one of the reasons I named was “escapism.”  When I hit a rough patch, as we all do from time to time, books invariably make up an important part of the process of getting through the hard times.  Just the act of reading itself is comforting.  It’s a familiar ritual for me: choose a book, curl up under a blanket, sip tea and get lost in a story.  Of course, I don’t do all of my reading on the couch at home.  I carried a book with me to the NICU every day – to read in the car, the pump room, or during downtime while Peanut snoozed in her isolette.  It wouldn’t be the first time I’d treated a book like a security blanket.  I had many rough days during which I found comfort in reaching into my tote bag, grasping the book du jour and thinking about how I’d have some time to lose myself in the pages later.

Since then, through long newborn days, planning and carrying out a move across several states, and job-hunting, I have thought a lot about comfort reading, both in terms of the practice of reading itself and in terms of the type of books I select during the dark times.  Not only is the act of reading comforting to me, in and of itself, but the choice of book can bring some added comfort, too.  I noticed that “comfort books” fell into three categories for me:

Gentle Reads

These are soft, quiet books in which it may seem as though nothing much is happening, but the beauty of the words themselves and the characters’ steady progress through the story is comforting.  In September of 2012, I slipped back into the gentle world of Fairacre, reading Storm in the Village during my pumping sessions in the NICU.  It’s not as though there was no conflict – indeed, the entire premise of the book is that an atomic energy company wants to mar the beauty of the natural landscape around Fairacre by erecting a housing estate, a terrible concept!  But Fairacre is a quiet place with familiar, well-loved characters and it made me feel better to spend some time there.

I also revisited an old favorite from my childhood.  In order to bring Peanut comfort while she was trapped in an isolette, I spent hours reading to her out loud from Emily of New Moon, by L.M. Montgomery, which was my favorite book as a young reader.  (You may notice the title and wonder if Peanut’s name is a coincidence.  It’s not.)  Of course, Peanut doesn’t understand the language or concepts in Emily of New Moon, so for her the comfort lay more in hearing my voice.  But I won’t lie and pretend that reading a childhood favorite wasn’t good for me, too.

I visited Fairacre many times during the months we were debating pulling up stakes and moving to Buffalo.  And some of the final books in the Fairacre series happened to also be my final books borrowed from my favorite library.  That’s not a coincidence: although I knew that moving to Buffalo was going to be a good thing for our family, it wasn’t easy to uproot our entire life in Virginia.  Miss Read, Miss Clare and the rest of the Fairacre village folk (yes, even the caustic Mrs. Pringle!) made the transition somewhat smoother for me.

Humor

In addition to the gentle reads, I also need a laugh when I’m feeling down.  I found that in Freddy and Fredericka, a sweet but funny and slightly inappropriate tale about a hapless Prince and Princess of Wales who are dropped from a plane over New Jersey with a mission to prove their fitness to rule by re-conquering the United States.  Much of the humor lies in word-play and silly images, both of which resonate with me as a reader.  I spent hours laughing over Freddy and Fredericka in the mothers’ lounge and on the car rides to and from the hospital when Peanut was in the NICU, and it did make me feel significantly better.

Even before the NICU days, I’ve turned to humor to get me through rough patches.  Specifically, P.G. Wodehouse’s bumbling aristocrat, Bertram Wilberforce Wooster, and his brilliant valet Jeeves, have given me plenty of laughs when I was stressed out over work or travel.  Watching hapless Bertie get engaged to a string of terrifying women, only to be rescued over and over by Jeeves, is a sure cure for any anxiety.  (And you’ll certainly ponder whether you’re really under stress when you contemplate the horrors of an engagement to Lady Florence Craye.)

Cozy Mysteries

I’ve been a fan of mystery novels since I picked up my first Agatha Christie, back in middle school.  And I think they’re perfect comfort reading when you’re feeling a little bit buffeted by the world.  Sure, the premises of these books can be a bit gruesome – you’re bound to encounter a dead body, sometimes more than one, along the way – but the thing about cozy mysteries is that they’re pretty much guaranteed to end well.  You can rest assured that the sleuth – be it Miss Marple, Flavia de Luce, Maisy Dobbs, Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane, Precious Ramotswe or one of countless others – will solve the mystery in the end.

And there are often other storylines, especially in the more recently written mysteries (Dame Agatha wasn’t big on this, but her successors often are) that focus more on the sleuths and their supporting castmates – their relationships, dreams, goals, what-have-you – than on whodunit.  Will Mma Ramotswe get together with the kindly garage owner, Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni?  Will Maisy find happiness with James?  (Still waiting for the final word on this one.  C’mon Maisy, don’t be stupid!  James loves you!)  Will Flavia ever make peace with her ghastly older sisters?  You’ll have to come back for the sequels to find out, but the beauty of these series is that these stories often work out just as neatly as the mysteries our heroes and heroines solve.  Sometimes it takes awhile, but that just makes the conclusion more satisfying when it inevitably comes.  But even when the personal results aren’t quite as neat and tidy, you can at least count on a wrap-up where everything makes sense, the bad guys are caught and the good guys debrief over a cup of tea (or something stronger).  It’s nice to be able to count on that.

When you’re feeling down, do you turn to books for comfort?  Which ones?

Library Tour: Buffalo’s Central Library

The library has always been my happy place.  I love to wander up and down the rows and rows of yet-to-be-discovered titles, browsing in the fiction section, or shivering in the mystery aisle, or visiting old friends in the young adult stacks.  And when I come to feel at home in a particular library, well, it becomes a very special place indeed.

Leaving my beloved Sherwood Library was a wrench, but I was excited to discover the riches of the Buffalo library system.  Peanut and I have enjoyed almost weekly walks to our local branch (tour coming soon), but today I want to show you around the Central Branch.  It’s not my regular branch – it’s about a fifteen minute drive away – but I’ve spent quite a bit of time there, soaking up the book-lovin’ atmosphere.

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Walking up to the imposing building, you will begin to feel a fluttery sensation deep down.  Don’t worry about it.  That’s your soul rejoicing at the thought of all the books you’re about to encounter.

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When you walk in, immediately to your left, you’ll see the adult fiction and children’s sections.  The BEST parts of the library, if you ask me!  There’s a cute story area for the kiddos and plenty of room for Mom to browse.

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Deeper into the building, you’ll come across the non-fiction and reference sections, complete with study tables.  (To get here, you’ll have walked past Fables Café – yes, a café in the library, I know, I was excited too – and the Mark Twain Room, with a well-curated selection of Mark Twain manuscripts, early editions, photographs and artifacts from his time in Buffalo.  I didn’t take any pictures in the Mark Twain Room because I doubt photography is allowed, and because I wouldn’t have felt right about taking pictures even if it was.  But if you’re in Buffalo, go check it out, especially if you’re a Twain fan.  I’m not, don’t hate me, Buffalonians – I have tried many times but just can’t get on board the Twain train – but hubby is, so we spent a good twenty minutes looking over the exhibit.)

Upstairs, there are offices and meeting space, including a big room where I spent four Saturdays training to be an adult literacy tutor.  But if you just want to grab a sandwich and park it at Fables, I won’t judge.  I’ll be in the fiction section if you need me.

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

2013 Book Superlatives

For the past two years, I’ve had a blast doling out high school yearbook-style awards to some of the books I read over the course of the previous year.  (Fun fact: I actually won a Senior Superlative in high school… “Shortest.”  Womp, womp.)  Here are my Book Superlatives for 2013:

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Brainiest: Middlemarch, by George Eliot

One of the last books I read this year was also one of the most challenging.  Not only is this novel an absolute tome, but it touches on all kinds of political, religious and economic issues of 1830s England.  You’ll absolutely need to wear your thinking cap for this one.  Middlemarch is definitely the Class of 2013 Valedictorian.

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Best Looking: Beautiful Ruins, by Jess Walter

I wanted to read this book in large part because it received so many raves around the book blogosphere.  But it didn’t hurt that the whole package – cover design, story, writing – was absolutely stunning.  Full review here.

Anne of Green Gables

Best Friends: Anne of Green Gables, by L. M. Montgomery

Anne and Diana are one of the classic BFF duos in the entire literary canon.  From their early friendship, where Anne convinces Diana that it would not be a sin to “swear” to be friends forever, to their brief separation thanks to Diana’s mother freaking out when Anne accidentally gets Diana drunk on currant wine, to their lives as young women, wives and mothers, these two are the definition of kindred spirits.

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Class Clown: Poet’s Pub, by Eric Linklater

Linklater’s little-known classic starts out ponderously, but the hijinks kick in midway through and then it’s hilarious.  Three words: charabanc. car. chase.

The Boys In The Boat

Biggest Jock: The Boys in the Boat, by Daniel James Brown

I don’t read a lot of sports books, so this was an easy one to pick, but it would have been on my list of 2013 reading highlights no matter what.  This non-fiction account of the University of Washington crew team that went to the Berlin Olympics in 1936 and won gold (that’s not a spoiler, people, HISTORY!) was an absolutely fantastic read.  There were one or two pages that got a bit over-technical and a little dry on the subject of rowing theory or boat-building, but mostly, it was just a great story of some remarkable young men and the sport they loved.

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Teacher’s Pet: Villette, by Charlotte Bronte

I read Villette with Beth and Amal back in the spring and loved the story of Lucy Snowe, a young woman of reduced means who takes a post teaching in a girls’ school in the Continental city of Villette.  Lucy is a teacher, but she also does a fair amount of learning – some from experience, and some from a cantankerous master in the school who turns out to have more depth of emotion than originally thought.  Fabulous book, and you can find my readalong posts here: Vol. I; Vol. II; Vol. III; Reading Companions.

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Biggest Nerd: The Time Traveler’s Guide to Medieval England and The Time Traveler’s Guide to Elizabethan England, by Ian Mortimer

Or am I the biggest nerd for totally geeking out over these?  Mortimer’s histories (the first focusing on medieval England – roughly, the 1300s – and the second on Elizabethan England) are written like travel guides, covering things like where to stay and eat, what to do, and how to handle money, just like a travel guide to a modern country.  Both were fun and fascinating, although I enjoyed the Elizabethan England guide just a tiny bit more.

Cloud Atlas

Most Creative: Cloud Atlas, by David Mitchell

This was something new that Mitchell accomplished here.  Six different stories, set in six different time periods – from the 1800s to the dystopian future – each told through a different vehicle (a journal; an epistolary format; straight narrative; and a statement of a condemned prisoner are some examples) and each connected to the other stories in a mysterious way.  It didn’t grab me immediately, but once it did, holy WOW.

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Most Opinionated: The MaddAddam Trilogy (Oryx & Crake, The Year of the Flood, and MaddAddam), by Margaret Atwood

This was the year I decided I love Margaret Atwood, and it was the MaddAddam trilogy that did it for me.  (I’d previously read The Handmaid’s Tale and appreciated it but concluded that I didn’t care for it.  Now I want to read it again and see if my opinion has changed.)  Oryx and Crake was my least favorite of the trilogy, because the child abuse scenes really upset me and I didn’t think they were necessary to the story.  But The Year of the Flood and MaddAddam were marvelous.  So why did I award them “Most Opinionated” in this game?  Well, on top of being a good, well-written, exciting story, the MaddAddam Trilogy is Atwood’s warning to all of us about what will happen if we neglect the environment and continue to pursue the insane path of progress at the expense of our humanity.  There was SO much material for thought here.

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Most Likely To End Up In Hollywood: Lexicon, by Max Barry

There are car chases, secret organizations at war with one another, and massive explosions… how could Hollywood fail to make this one into a movie?  But if (when?) they do, it will be a doubly cool movie because all the action is set off by a WORD.  Yep, behind the made-for-Hollywood action is a thrilling story about the power of language.

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Biggest Rebel: The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt

Theo Decker has good reason for being a disturbed kid – his dad ran off and his mom was killed in a terrorist attack.  So it’s no wonder that Theo grows up troubled, or that he falls in with another troubled kid, Boris.  Theo is good at heart, though, and he wants to do the right thing.  It’s just that, in his efforts to do the right thing, he often goes awry.  He’s that kid who puts up a tough front but is really looking for some understanding.

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Biggest Loner: Where’d You Go, Bernadette, by Maria Semple

Bernadette Fox is a brilliant architect, but she’s been a recluse for years, ever since one of her projects met an unfortunate end.  Now she’s hiding out in Seattle, a mom to precocious Bee, troublesome wife, and reviled member of the parent community at Bee’s school.  That is, until Bernadette disappears.  Bee assembles letters, emails and documents that she is sure will help her to track down her missing mom.  But does Bernadette even want to be found?  This was another of my 2013 reading highlights.  I loved every moment of Bee’s search, and I recommend it to everyone.

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Cutest Couple: Attachments, by Rainbow Rowell

Lincoln is an “internet security officer” at an Omaha newspaper, which he thought would be way more exciting than it turned out to be.  Instead of leading the charge against internet vice, he’s stuck monitoring red-flagged emails that show up in his folder every time someone forwards an inappropriate joke.  The only thing that keeps Lincoln going is the chance of seeing an email pop up between copy editor Jennifer and entertainment reporter Beth, who know their email is being monitored but can’t seem to stop discussing every detail of their private lives.  It doesn’t take Lincoln long to realize that he’s falling for Beth… right around the time that Beth notices a cute IT guy in the break room.  It only took me a day to read this because I was rooting so hard for Lincoln and Beth that I couldn’t put it down.

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Most Likely To Succeed: Eighty Days: Nellie Bly and Elizabeth Bisland’s History-Making Race Around the World, by Matthew Goodman

This one’s a no-brainer – everyone knows Nellie Bly!  Bly made headlines by being up for anything – from exposing the ruthless “Lobby King” of Albany to posing as insane and writing an expose of a notorious mental institution.  But she really went all out with her challenge to beat Jules Verne’s fictional eighty day record for traveling around the world – a challenge which attracted plenty of interest and a little healthy competition, in the person of Elizabeth Bisland.  Bly and Bisland’s race was such fun to follow, but it’s Bly who gets “most likely to succeed” honors in this yearbook.

That was fun!  What were your reading highlights of 2013?  Oh – and stay tuned, because I have some pie charts coming up next.  Yay!  Pie charts!

Lucky # 10

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The Classics Club posted the lucky number for The Classics Spin #4… and it’s…

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Which means I’ll be reading…

Excellent Women

Yay!  I’ve been looking forward to reading Excellent Women – in fact, I’ve been staring at it on my bookshelf for months.  Look for a review later this month or sometime in November.

The Classics Spin #4

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Good news, friends!  The Classics Club is hosting another one of their Classics Spins!  This is the first time I’ve participated, so here’s the idea: you list twenty books from your original list, in no specific order except coordinating with categories that the club comes up with.  The club will randomly choose a number, and whatever book on your spin list corresponds to the selected number, that’s the book that you’re reading next (-ish; you have a certain period of time to read and blog the book – in this case, it’s the remainder of November, and all of December).  Here’s my list:

5 you are dreading/hesitant to read

1. As I Lay Dying, by William Faulkner
2. Doctor Zhivago, by Boris Pasternak
3. Everything that Rises Must Converge, by Flannery O’Connor
4. Finnegan’s Wake, by James Joyce
5. The House of Seven Gables, by Nathaniel Hawthorne

5 you can’t WAIT to read

6. Confessions, by St. Augustine of Hippo
7. Daisy Miller, by Henry James
8. A Room with a View, by E.M. Forster
9. The Hound of the Baskervilles, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
10. Excellent Women, by Barbara Pym

5 you are neutral about

11. The Ambassadors, by Henry James
12. Wide Sargasso Sea, by Jean Rhys
13. Around the World in Eighty Days, by Jules Verne
14. Eugene Onegin, by Alexander Pushkin
15. Slaughterhouse-Five, by fellow Cornellian Kurt Vonnegut

5 free choice (I selected re-reads)

16. My Antonia, by Willa Cather
17. The Optimist’s Daughter, by Eudora Welty
18. Northanger Abbey, by Jane Austen
19. Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier
20. Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott

Can’t wait to see what my “assigned” reading turns out to be!  Check back to see what number the club “spins” and what book I’ll be reading.

The Many Faces of my TBR

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Like many bookworms, I basically live and die by my TBR (“To Be Read”) list.  Even in the midst of one read, I’m wondering – in the back of my mind, yes, but wondering – what’ll I read next?  And where will it come from?  My own shelves, a friend’s shelf, the bookstore, the library?  I’m both exhilerated and intimidated by the fact that, though I may go through ten books every month, I’ll never come close to scratching the surface of everything that’s out there.

Now, some bookworms have a meticulously curated TBR.  They have spreadsheets and goals, and they methodically log information as they go along.  Yeah.  I don’t do that.  Oddly enough, although I’m quite organized in other areas of my life (have you seen my pantry?), I like to take a more relaxed, go-with-the-flow approach to my TBR.  As a result, it resides in several places, all in incomplete form:

  • Goodreads – This is my primary list.  I try to add to my “to-read” list on the site whenever there’s a book I really want to read.  That way, I know that my list is always accessible, and I can just whip out my iPhone in the middle of the library stacks if I’m having trouble choosing a book.  That said, sometimes I bypass Goodreads and go straight to…
  • Library Holds – If I want to read a new release, I often cruise right to the library website and reserve it, skipping Goodreads altogether.  (With some popular new books, I can’t waste the precious seconds adding the book to Goodreads – I must get on the library reserve list IMMEDIATELY.  Yes, I realize this might be a touch crazy.)  This has the effect of creating a secondary TBR for me on the library website.  And also, I get the fun of checking to see where I fall in the queue for my next borrows.
  • This blog – Some time ago, I posted about TBR Insanity and told you all about the silliness that ensued when I wrote down a list of the books I wanted to get to “next” (in some nebulous way).  Every so often, I go back and look at that post to remind myself… oh, right, I meant to read that book ASAP, hahaha.
  •  Challenge lists – I keep Word documents with lists of various reading challenges – Rory Gilmore’s reading list, The Guardian‘s top 100 books of all time, and the 1,001 Books to Read Before You Die list, and I cross them off as I go along.  I don’t make conscious efforts to get through these lists quickly – especially not the 1,001 Books list; that’s a darn lot of books – but if a book on one of these lists happens to pop up on another TBR, I happily cross it off the list.
  • A piece of paper – At one point, I kept a TBR on several sheets of looseleaf paper.  It was quite an extensive list.  I think it’s in one of my purses, but I haven’t seen it for a long time.  It is entirely possible that it came to life and ate my box of fluourescent paper clips, which has been missing for roughly the same amount of time.
  • My head – I can’t even tell you how many mental notes I’ve made to read something.  The funny thing is, this is one of my more reliable TBRs.  Once I get the idea in my head that I need to read a book, especially when I decide it’s urgent, I don’t let go easily.  I usually last about three days with an idea before I either buy or borrow the book.

Do you have a TBR?  Is it all organized in a central location, or is it scattered to the winds like mine?

Bookish A to Z Survey

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I saw this posted on Friday, on Kim’s blog, Sophisticated Dorkiness.  (Originally, it came from Jamie of The Perpetual Page-Turner.)  I love surveys, and this one looked especially fun and creative, so here goes:

Author you’ve read the most books from: L.M. Montgomery, for sure.  Eight Anne books, three Emily books, two Story Girl books, and a smattering of others.  I’ve read them all multiple times.  I’ll never get enough Maud.

Best Sequel Ever: Like Kim, I’m not sure I can crown a “best ever.”  But I did think that Bring Up the Bodies (Wolf Hall Trilogy, #2), was spectacular.

Currently Reading: Savoring Jane Eyre for #Septemb-Eyre, and I’m also in the middle of Anne of Windy Poplars, the fourth book in the Anne of Green Gables series, which I’m re-reading (and loving as much as ever).

Drink of Choice While Reading: Tea, most of the time.  Occasionally I’ll curl up with a book and a glass of red wine in the evening.

E-reader or Physical Book? Most of my reading is done with physical books, and I do like the sensation of turning pages (and the ability to flip ahead and see how far I have to go in a chapter… yes, she says shamefacedly, I do that).  But I love my Nook for traveling.

Fictional Character You Probably Would Have Actually Dated In High School: Hmmmm, this one’s tough.  I think for sure I’d have felt drawn to the teenaged Sirius Black, but would he have been interested in me?  Not sure.  I’d probably have ended up with Lupin.

Glad You Gave This Book A Chance: I resisted for awhile, but by the time Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was released, I was tired of being what felt like the only one not in the loop, so I picked up the first in the series and never looked back.

Hidden Gem Book: I feel like no one reads Time and Again, by Jack Finney, and everyone should.  It’s so much fun.

Important Moment in your Reading Life: The summer before ninth grade, my parents grounded me for something and forbid me to read any books except for “classics,” for one week.  I had to read, obviously, so I picked up To Kill a Mockingbird.  That was the book that taught me that I could hang in there with an adult classic, learn something, and have a wonderful time.  I started gravitating toward classic literature after that (and away from the Baby-Sitters Club, although I still love and re-read my true childhood favorites, like L.M. Montgomery’s Anne, Emily and Story Girl books, or Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House series).

Just Finished: Oryx and Crake, by Margaret Atwood.  I couldn’t be the only person out of the loop on the MaddAddam trilogy.

Kinds of Books You Won’t Read: I don’t really go for science fiction, in general (although I’ll make exceptions for classic dystopia), for new adult romance, or for horror (although, again, I’ll make exceptions for a true classic).

Longest Book You’ve Read: I’m not sure, exactly, but I think probably War and Peace, by Leo Tolstoy.  The translation by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky.

Major book hangover because of: The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins.  I really couldn’t figure out what to read after that.  (The first one.  After reading the cliffhanger ending in Catching Fire, I knew exactly what I had to read next: Mockingjay.)

Number of Bookcases You Own: Nine (counting the two built-ins in our current rental), but they’re not all in use at the moment.  We’re only planning to be in this house for a year, before we intend to buy something.  So I’ve done some major culling of the book collection and only kept out my absolute favorites – enough to fill the two built-ins and my “Librarie shelf” from Ballard Designs (formerly in my reading nook), and nothing more for me.  Between those and the library, I should be fine for a year.  Peanut also has her bookshelf set up.

One Book You Have Read Multiple Times: Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Bronte – my favorite book of all time.  I’m re-reading it (again) right now for #Septemb-Eyre.

Preferred Place To Read: It was the seating alcove in my old bedroom, which I turned into a reading nook.  But sadly, it’s now someone else’s seating alcove.  I suppose my current preferred reading location is on the couch, snuggled up with a cup of tea or a glass of wine while hubby is watching football next to me, and Peanut is snoozing happily upstairs.

Quote that inspires you/gives you all the feels from a book you’ve read: Professor Dumbledore is always inspiring.  He has so many quotes about choices: for example, “It  is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”  I think we would all do well to keep that one in mind.

Reading Regret: I thought the Tunnels series was going to be great, so I asked for a copy of the first book several Christmases ago.  What a waste of time.  And a waste of hubby’s money on a hardcover book I donated at the first opportunity.

Series You Started And Need To Finish (all books are out in series): I need to get through the second and third books in the MaddAddam trilogy.  Oryx and Crake was incredibly disturbing and upsetting, but I’m hooked now.

Three of your All-Time Favorite Books: Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Bronte; Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen; The Master and Margarita, by Mikhail Bulgakov.  There are more – many more – but these are probably the top three.

Unapologetic Fangirl For: Jane Austen.

Very Excited For This Release More Than All The Others: The third novel in Hilary Mantel’s Wolf Hall trilogy, for sure.

Worst Bookish Habit: I always mean to read more books from my own shelves, but then I go crazy at the library.  I’m like a kid in a candy store at that place.  I have no willpower.

X Marks The Spot: Start at the top left of your shelf and pick the 27th book: Just So Stories, by Rudyard Kipling.

Your latest book purchase: Everyman’s Library omnibus edition of Flaubert’s Parrot and A History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters, by Julian Barnes.  Purchased from Kramerbooks in Washington, D.C.

ZZZ-snatcher book (last book that kept you up WAY late): Oryx and Crake, by Margaret Atwood.  So weird and disturbing, but I had to know what was going to happen.

That was fun!  Thanks for coming up with the survey, Jamie, and thanks for posting, Kim!

The Bookish Bucket List, Part II: Places to Go

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So, last week I posted Part I of my Bookish Bucket List, inspired by Jessica from Quirky Bookworm, and Eagle-Eyed Editor.  (And then I discovered 50 Bookish Things, via Rebecca from Love at First Book, and now, well, I just have way too much to do!)  Anyway, when I posted Part I, I promised a second list dedicated to literary places I dream of visiting one day.  Because if there’s one thing I love almost as much as reading, it’s traveling!  And fortunately for me, I have a husband who also loves to travel and who is remarkably patient with my literary sight-seeing.  (The only time he’s ever grumbled was when I took too long over Chaucer’s memorial in Westminster Abbey.  He doesn’t like Westminster Abbey… but that’s a post for another day.)  So, without further rambling, here’s Part II of my bookish bucket list: the literary travel destinations.

1.  The Bronte Parsonage at Haworth – Since Charlotte and Anne Bronte are two of my favorite authors (sorry to Emily, but I just didn’t really enjoy Wuthering Heights the way I enjoyed her sisters’ works), and Jane Eyre is my favorite book of all time, I simply must visit Haworth and pay homage to my literary idols.

2.  A Jane Austen tour of England – I’ve done some of the Jane tour already, since I’ve been to Bath.  I checked out the lane where Captain Wentworth and Anne have their heart-to-heart in Persuasion, had tea at the Pump Room, visited the Jane Austen Centre and stopped by 25 Gay Street (one of Jane’s addresses in Bath).  But I want to do all of those again, and also add Chawton and Lyme Regis to the list.

3.  Torquay – Hubby and I overnighted in Devon on our last trip to England and it was gorgeous.  I’d like to go back to the region, and what better place than the laid-back town that Dame Agatha Christie called home?

4.  Take Peanut to Green Gables – I visited Prince Edward Island with my grandparents when I was twelve and my head basically exploded when we went to Green Gables.  It was like the mother ship was calling me home.  I love, love, love L.M. Montgomery – so much that I even named my daughter after my favorite of her heroines (and okay, the name happened to be a family name as well – two birds, one stone).  I can’t wait to introduce Peanut to L.M. Montgomery’s world.  If she’s even half the fan that I was as a little girl, she’ll LOVE seeing PEI and Anne’s house.  And I want to see it again through her eyes.

5.  Go back to the British Library again, and again, and again – I’ve been twice, but I’ll never be done with the British Library.  Seeing the words “Reader, I married him” in Charlotte Bronte’s own hand was one of the biggest thrills of my life the first time.  And the second time.  And I have to imagine it will be just as thrilling the third time, and the fourth, and the fifth, and…

6.  Take in a performance of the Paris Opera at the Palais Garnier – The Palais Garnier is the original seat of the Paris Opera, and was the setting for The Phantom of the Opera, one of my favorite books-turned-musicals.  I’ve seen the Broadway show five times (three times on Broadway and twice with the touring company), and I loved the book.  The Paris Opera mostly performs at their new home, the Opera Bastille, but they still do some performances (mainly classical operas) at the Palais Garnier, and I want to see one.  I’m sitting a safe distance away from the chandelier, though.

7.  See Shakespeare performed at the Globe in London, and at the Minack Theatre in Cornwall – I’ve visited both, but in the theatre off-season, and I want to go catch a performance.

8.  Hike the South West Coast Path around Cornwall and Devon and write a travel memoir – I have always thought it would be fun to take a long trek and write about my experiences, a la Cheryl Strayed on the Pacific Crest Path, Simon Armitage on the Pennine Way, or Bill Bryson on the Appalachian Trail, except I’ll finish my hike.  And I won’t go alone, either – hubby and Peanut are coming with me.

9.  Hear Peanut recite A.A. Milne’s “Buckingham Palace” during the Changing of the Guard – I just think this would be the cutest thing ever.  EVER.

10.  Buy a rambling old farmhouse in Provence and fix it up, just like Peter Mayle – Ha!  As if I’ll ever get around to this one.  Well, maybe someday.  What are bucket lists for if not for the big, wild ideas?  (Remind me how much I loved A Year in Provence when I’m wrapped in six parkas, shouting “Merde!” at le Mistral.)

What sorts of travel destinations are on your Bookish Bucket List?