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A Good Read? You can Bet on it.

Just had the ol’ bookclub meeting. Since I picked the book, I hosted – and we had a great time here at Chateau Johnson, it was one of the most enjoyable book club nights yet – if I do say so myself. I chose Bet Me, by Jennifer Crusie – something easy and fun – a summer read. I was very pleased to find that every member of the club gave it an “A.” Yeah me!

Sooo, if you have a bookclub, and decide to read Bet Me, here are some ideas (I know, they’re not extremely original, but fun all the same) to liven up the meeting:

Play Elvis &/or Elvis Costello music (I chose the King’s #1 hits cd)

Serve Lots of bread with REAL butter, Chicken Marsala, and Krispy Kremes. (We tried to make the Krispy Kreme cake, but it didn’t go very well). I also printed Min’s recipe for Chicken Marsala and gave each book club member a copy to keep.

Discussion questions:

What is your opinion of romance novels / chick lit as a genre?

Should Bet me be shelved/categorized as a Romance or simply Fiction?

Grade the book (and explain rationale).

Favorite character? Character you identify with/relate to most?

Did you like or hate Cindy?

Favorite LOL moments?

Who would you cast to play Cal and Min?

Write your own 1st sentence to the novel, starting, like Crusie does, “One upon a time…”

Would you read another Crusie?

After you burn through these questions, which should have made for some interesting conversations on their own – it’s time to play the “If” game. By now you and the other book club members have probably imbibed copious amounts of wine, and are perfectly primed for this activity. Based on the “If Dinners” that Min had with her best friends, the If game allows each book club member a chance to randomly choose a question from The Book Of If and ask it of all the other members, everyone answers the question before moving on to the next member who will select another question, and the process repeats itself. If you don’t have an absolute blast doing this, then, well, you need to get into a new book club.

Reviews by A.J.

At the moment, my website consists entirely of this blog – but hopefully I can eventually expand upon it – adding various pieces of interest and categories to appeal to the masses and appease my cluttered brain.

Something I’d like to add is a series of music, movie, television, book, and even food reviews done by a guest reviewer; a person of extremely discriminating tastes, a wide variety of interests, someone who is open and honest, and unafraid to give voice to her inner-critic: in short, my 4 year old daughter.

And so begins the “Reviews by A.J.” Until I can do more work on the main page of my website, look for it here in the blog under the permanent pages section.

Stuff That Puts Me in A Good Mood

So, I was pretty upset about the whole gazebo debacle, etc – but yesterday I had a very unexpected surprise when my Dad delivered a brand new gazebo to my back yard – and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I tried to convince him to take it back to the store – that it was too much, etc – but he wouldn’t listen, and at one point said, “Would you just let me do this for you?!!?” Well, that was it – what could I say? Being a parent now myself, I understand where he’s coming from…I would do anything to make Aishtyn happy – and bringing her joy brings me double the joy – so, I shut my mouth and gave him a big hug. I plan to make sure he enjoys Father’s Day relaxing in the new gazebo, playing with his granddaughter. Thanks Papa Bear.
Anywayz – with the new gazebo and some kick-ass workout time yesterday, the world is a better place – and now I want to tell you about some other stuff that just makes me happy.

THIS VIDEO – yeah, it’s Kelly Clarkson, but the song rocks, and the video cracks me up every time.

Monday Margaritas at Tacos El Norte.

Finding a dress that looks great on me and is CHEAP.

Manicures and Pedicures.

When my daughter does something silly, weird, brilliant, new (so basically, anything that doesn’t involve whining, though even that can make me laugh sometimes).

A look from my husband that lets me know he thinks I’m sexy.

A nap in the afternoon.

A really well-brewed cup of iced coffee.

There are lots more harbingers of happiness, of course – but it’s good to know that next time I have an “I Hate Me” moment, I can get an Iced Coffee at Starbuck’s and go for a pedicure.

A 2 Bookclub Week

Yep, it’s not a blue moon, or even a full one -but the stars have aligned so that both books clubs I belong to chose to meet this week. Which meant while I took a leisurely 10 days to read one, I crammed the other in over the weekend! These two books are nothing alike, but since I’m reading and dicussing them in tandem, I can’t help but compare apples to oranges, as it were.
First up – as discussed in last night’s meeting: Digging to America by Anne Tyler. I gave it a C/C-…and my reasons are basically the same as one Amazon reviewer, so I’ll include their words here:I finished this book because I was urged to by people who had read and loved it, but the reason why is still beyond me. Nothing much happens in this book except a series of suburban dinner parties. Since there is no plot, some strength of characterization should have been necessary, but none of the characters are engaging and we don’t get to know them very well. There are some sentences and scenes which are good and amusing descriptions of people’s thoughts and conversations, but that’s not enough to carry a book which was conceived without much in the way of content.

This reviewer pretty much covered all my opinions on the book. I’d only add that I was disappointed by the direction the author takes the book: you start out expecting to read a story of 2 families adopting children from Korea and learning about all that goes into that – but this is just glossed over while the focus falls on the grandmother of one of the adopted children: a critical, cold widow who, an immigrant herself, is afraid of becoming too American.

Another side irritant is that I couldn’t help but wonder why Tyler chose to make Maryam (the foreign grandma) and her family Iranian. Any ethnicity would have served her purpose – I felt that Tyler’s choice was an author’s cop-out – an easy way to borrow some drama and conflict thanks to Sept 11. It was a cheap shot, imo, and not used very well besides. Unlike The Namesake – where I felt truly immersed in the Bengali culture – the description of Iranian culture here felt torn from a cookbook.

As for the other book: Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver, the meeting is Wed night – and I’m hoping for the rain to finally go away, so we can enjoy a nice evening outside – the perfect surroundings for this story. (As for Digging we met at a Korean restaurant, which turned out to earn the same grade as the book: C-. Maybe it’s just me, but Korean food just tasted oilier and saltier than Japanese – I had the salmon, which I always love, and managed to be “underwhelmed.”)

I enjoyed this book – I give it a solid B, a B+ even. Unlike Tyler’s book, Kingsolver does an excellent job developing her characters, both major and minor. The conflicts are subtle, the plot woven gently – so the characters take center stage. There is a great deal of fascinating info about nature, insects, birds, and farms – yet it never feels didactic or overwhelming. One of my favorite parts was her description of scent, and the way we respond to it.

The only time I did get a “preachy” vibe from the novel was in reference to pesticides and organic produce – here, I felt the author was using her characters as a soapbox she could stand on.

I read this book the last week of May/first of June – a perfect time to do so: I was often reading outside, and listening to the wind in the trees, smelling the new bloom of peonies, and surrounded by clover. Even all the bugs heightened my enjoyment of the read. Perhaps the only time I will EVER say bugs heightened my enjoyment of ANYTHING.

So, did the Empire Fall…or Strike Back?

A few months ago I blogged about a book I was reading for one of my book clubs: Empire Falls. Didn’t hate it, didn’t love it – whatever – but a random thought occurrred to me yesterday as I watched a Star Wars special on The History Channel. It was an interesting special – and fun because it covered so many details I discussed as an English Lit teacher in high school (ah, feels like something I did in another life). In fact, many of the points made in the feature could have been taken directly out of my lecture notes on archetypes and the hero’s journey – hey, why didn’t they interview me for this show?!? Who’s this Peter Jackson guy anyway (psst- by the way – did you see him? Holy Cow that man has lost some weight, at least 2 or 3 hobbit’s worth! Way to go, P.J.!) Two of my favorite observations from this special are: 1 – Jabba the Hutt is like a dragon from middle age folklore, with a lair, chained damsels, and hoarded gold to boot. 2: there are NO women in the Empire (hmmm…now that I think about it, there were no women on the Death Star, and I never saw a Stormtrooper with boobs.)

Ok, ok, back to my rather banal observation: oddly enough, it doesn’t have anything to do with Star Wars directly – I just happened to be musing over the hero/villain concept and all that. For some reason the character of Mrs. Whiting came to mind – and I thought about how she rules the town of Empire Falls and controls its citizens. She is, in fact – very much like Lionel Luthor of Smallville/Superman fame. Too bad I couldn’t have drawn this parallel before the book club meeting – it might have made for a more lively discussion. Can you think of other books with a family like the Luthors? Big money ruling small town and all its denizens?

It Costs Nothing to Pay It Forward –

– and the rewards are so great! I’m talking about the commerce of compliments. Real ones – not made for personal gain or out of guilt or obligation. Giving someone an honest heartfelt compliment is a wonderful gift…for that person, and for each person they encounter after that, and the people those people encounter. So, in a way – there is some personal gain to be had by complimenting someone in such a manner: the glow of satisfaction in knowing you have made at least one person’s day better…and possibly many, many more.
This whole thought came to me because today I was shopping with my daughter at “The Circle Store” (also known as Target). A woman came up to me and told me she loved my outfit – that I looked really beautiful and could be a model. She said it so sincerely, it was just so sweet of her, and it really made me feel beautiful too! I’ll probably never see that woman again – but she gave my confidence a much needed boost and put me in a better mood. Thanks lady in Target!

So go ahead – tell a stranger they have beautiful eyes, great taste in shoes…whatever! Sure, they might think you are a crazy weirdo, but they’ll still appreciate it!

I’m joining the ranks –

Of Harry Potter fans who have made the jump and posted predictions about what will happen in Book 7. I can honestly say these are my own thoughts, which I did not beg, borrow or steal from another site. To be honest, other thank J.K.R.’s own site, I have never been to a Harry Potter site!

I did however, just finish reading the book of predictions published by mugglenet.com, which is apparently THE Harry Potter fan site. Can you believe I borrowed this from my MIL? Or, more accurately, hubby borrowed it, and after that, I just had to read it too.

It was a fun little book – I was quite impressed by the main author/webmaster of mugglenet – who started the 20 million hit/month website when he was 12! The kid was homeschooled, which is quite encouraging for my plans to homeschool my own kids – til middle school at least. Anyways, aside from sounding like a 5-paragraph structured high school research paper, the chapter breakdowns, musings, and, of course – predictions were interesting. Most of the arguments and debates my husband and I have had over the books were included. I have never read a HP book, exactly – I’m holding out to buy my first books for when it comes out in a COMPLETE box set. But I have listened to all 6 books on audio, a really awesome way to spend long drives, or painting your house, or working out – reader Jim Dale is INCREDIBLE!!! If you are an HP fan, and have not listened to the audio versions yet, I highly recommend giving them a try. Listening to the books together with the husband would spark lots of discussion, and it was neat to see someone else offer thoughts on these same topics.

With that being said, I still came away with a few thoughts and ideas that were not specifically mentioned in the book – which leads me to the actual topic of this post MY OWN HARRY POTTER PREDICTIONS FOR BOOK 7 (bum-bum-bum…….):

My main one deals with the debate raging over whether or not HP is, himself, a horcrux. I say he is…but here is the catch – Harry himself is not a horcrux, but his scar is. I think that it is the scar itself that holds a piece of big bad V’s soul, and by destroying that horcrux, Harry will lose the scar that has marked him as “the boy who lived” and finally, he will be able to live his own life, free from the mark of Voldemort (both literally and figuratively).

Another prediction I have actually came to me while I was reading the mugglenet prediction book: in it they ponder how Dumbledore came to be in possession of James Potter’s invisibility cloak, and why Dumbledore had that strange look of triumph in his eyes when Harry tells him how Voldemort regenerated himself with Harry’s blood to circumvent the magic of Lily’s love. I think Dumbledore was there the night Lily & James died: he either arrived on the scene in the invisibility cloak as Voldemort was killing Lily, or he came soon after – searching the remains of the house for clues (and perhaps finding the cloak). That’s where he was while McGonnagall was watching the Dursley house as cat sentinel, and where he was coming from when he arrived that evening. This will be important because – A: if he was there at the time Lily was killed – he either played a role in stopping V from killing Harry, or saw something that leads him to think Voldemort’s regeneration won’t be the success he thinks. or B: if he went to the house to search for clues afterwards – perhaps he found evidence that led him to the same conclusion – by regenerating using Harry’s blood, Voldemort has somehow made a fatal error. Either way, I believe Dumbledore made an appearance at Godric’s Hollow that fateful night, and it will play a role in book 7.

As for some of the biggies: will Harry die (I say no) is Snape a “good” guy (I say no, hubby says yes – and he’s probably right), and is Dumbledore truly dead (again, I say no, and hubby says yes, and he’s probably also right about that.)

Until July – when we can gorge ourselves on Harry Potter mania!

A rose by any other name…

What’s in a name? I just finished reading The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri. Yes…for my book club. Yes…we are going out for margaritas to discuss it tomorrow night – but we don’t just get drunk – we really do talk about the book, REALLY!

The book was recently made into a movie, that’s out in theatres now, I think. Same director who did Monsoon Wedding – which I really enjoyed, so I’m hoping to go see with this flick with the book club gals, and maybe go for a drink afterwards.

Though the story itself wasn’t incredible, and actually was quite depressing, since you had to watch the protagonist go through a series of broken relationships – it was very interesting. I learned quite a bit about Bengali culture and tradition, and all the details about choosing names and the importance of names in their society was fascinating.

Lahiri’s focus on names, coupled with her main character’s struggle with his own name – made me remember my own issues with my name.

My mother is of Jewish heritage, and it is tradition to name the next born in the family after the most recently deceased – not the same name, exactly, but usually the same first initial. My mother’s Uncle Meyer passed away not long before I was born – so it was to be “Matthew” if I was a boy – and “Melissa” if I was a girl…however, there already was a Melissa in the family, so my parents decided on “Melanie.” But wait – my mom went to school with a girl named Melanie, and I guess they didn’t get along too well, because she couldn’t allow me to have the same name as this other girl – hence, I became “Melonie.”

Growing up, this alteration in spelling drove me crazy. When I did find bookmarks or stickers or little license plates with my name on it – it was of course, always spelled “Melanie.” The difference in spelling used to bother me – but as I grew older, I began to appreciate it – and its uniqueness. I also like the way it looks with my last name; creating a smooth conformity of vowels. My husband and I chose a unique name for our own daughter – and that was not any easy choice to make! I don’t regret it though.

That was another thing this book reminded me of – the whole process of choosing a name for your child. Sure – it’s easy to think up names you’d like to name your potential off-spring when they’re just a possibility – but when the actual event is imminent and you know you’re responsible for choosing the name that will identify, define, and shape another human being’s life – well, the task becomes more daunting. One of the first things a pregnant woman is asked is, “Do you have names picked out?” My husband and I refused to discuss our choices with anyone – we talked about it sure, and accepted suggestions with, what I hope was a decent amount of grace, but kept our decisions to ourselves. Too many people feel obligated to give their opinion on the choice of name – and, well – it’s not their kid! I really liked the name, “Aishling” a Gaelic name meaning “dreamer, poet.” Hubby wasn’t too keen on it, so between us, the name morphed into “Aishtyn” (like Ashton) and…you know, to us it seems perfect.

Maybe one day Aishtyn will go through a phase like I did in second grade, where I was in love with “K”names – and wanted to be called, “Katrina” or “Kathleen” or, Lord help me, “Kandy.” Maybe she will wish she was an “Emma” or an “Ashley” or something popular like the names of her cousins, but hopefully, she will come, as I have – to accept and love her name, as a part of herself – of who she is.

That, perhaps – is the most important question of Lahiri’s book: does your name help define who you are – what you become? It is an interesting thing to consider, if you lived your life under a different name – would you be the same person you are today? Live the same life you are living now?

Hmmm…I bet if I had been named Kandy, my life would pr-ooo-bably be different. Just a guess!

Here a Boleyn, there a Boleyn, everywhere a Boleyn…

Just picked up Philppa Gregory’s newest novel at the library: The Boleyn Inheritance. It is a little different from her past work – the story is in first person, but it is broken down into sections, so that the reader alternates between three women: Jane Boleyn (married to Anne’s infamous brother), Anne of Cleves (Henry’s 4th wife), and Katherine Howard (Henry’s 5th wife). So far, I am enjoying the rotation of the characters’ voices – and seeing the story unfold like a patchwork quilt. Gregory is doing a nice job making each woman distinct from each other, and establishing their personalities from the very first paragraph.

The nature of Gregory’s historical fiction is inherently ripe with dramatic irony – it will be interesting to see how she uses this to her advantage.

The only thing I have found disturbing so far is the way her current depictions of Anne of Cleves and Jane Boleyn contradict the picture that characters in her previous novels have painted of them. I suppose the difference can be attributed to the fact that before – we met these women through the eyes of others (people who, for the most part, disliked them) and now, we are seeing them through their own eyes.  It’s always interesting to compare the way you view yourself, and how others view you. Interesting, and a little scary!

The Romance of Tragedy

So, one of my favorite sites posted a magazine article that endeavored to list the most romantic novels of all time and then went on to contest many of the selections; while encouraging suggestions for what should be on the list. I paid my 2 cents, of course – but I am sad to see how many people disagree with the choice of Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet.

Many comments were made to the effect that R&J was nothing more than two whiny teenagers who fell in love too fast for it to be real. R&J is all about true love, love at first sight, love that is worth dying for; isn’t this the stuff of romance?

The romance of that first moment Romeo sets his eyes on Juliet, and, breathless, watches her move through the room. Sure, he was your average teenage boy, who, seconds before was panting after some other chick – he even admits it to himself – and he understands the difference between the lust he felt for Rosaline, and the all-consuming passion he feels for Juliet. The film Shakespeare in Love capitalizes on this moment – mimicking it in the way Will sees Viola for the first time. I love that movie too, and am fully aware a great deal of the attraction lies in its playing out as the frame-story for the making of R&J (that, and damn Joseph Fiennes is fine!)

Yes, R&J are two head-strong teenagers who run full force into a reckless marriage – but, c’mon – we’ve all been teenagers, and that incredible rush of emotion, that insane need to be with the object of your desire every waking (and sleeping) moment is something we all have felt – if you didn’t, I’m so sorry. Running away and getting married may be just a childish fantasy in the minds of the modern teenage girl – but it was an attainable fantasy for R&J (hence, some of the appeal). Reckless hotheaded behavior is a trademark of new (and especially adolescent) love. Perhaps the families of R&J could have discovered the relationship and decided, it wasn’t such a bad thing – and then the teenagers could eventually mature and get bored with each other – but then, it wouldn’t be as romantic – would it?

I know this is one of the major arguments people have against R&J – that, if left alive long enough – the young couple would lose their passion for each other and move on – but hey, maybe we’re selling their love short…I’m married to a man I fell in love with when I was 16, and while our passion may not be as all-consuming as “I-will-die-to-be-with-you-forever”, it is a flame that has burned for 14+ years. Perhaps that is the tragedy here: that, dying in the early blossom of their love, the couple never had a chance to settle into their feelings and grow old together – leaving the world to dismiss their love as trivial.
I remember when I was first introduced to R&J – I was in 5th grade, and couldn’t sleep one night, so I ended up flipping channels. I happened upon Zefirelli’s 1968 film version – and was enraptured. I became obsessed with the story of R&J: I found copies of the play, I scoured the t.v. guide waiting for the movie to come on t.v. again and stayed up all night to record it (this was 1987, ok – no DVD’s, no tivo, no e-bay), then I set up my tape player and recorded the movie on audio cassette so I could listen to it on headphones at night. I harassed my parents with questions about the characters and their actions, I tried (unsuccessfully) to share my passion for this story with my friends, and above all – I read, watched, or listened to the story on a daily basis. I passed through this phase, eventually, but the impact this play had on me has endured. Even attempting to teach R&J to obnoxious apathetic high school freshman hasn’t dulled my love for this story.

The heartache of all the “what if’s” or “if only’s” in this tale are what do it for me – there are so many little moments, small steps, that – if one thing had been done differently – if one minute more had passed – then everything could have turned out alright. Life is like that – the worst heartache comes from the regret born of that burning question: “what if.” It is that question that kept me up so many nights as a star-eyed 10 year old; young enough to never have experienced such wrenching despair herself – but old enough to recognize it when I saw it – and for me – I don’t just read, see, or hear R&J I feel it.