I have so many unfinished projects, plans and ambitions right now it seems unwise to add anything too big to the heap. But I am also the kind of person who operates well with a list or goal. So instead of any major life bucket list I thought I'd start with sort of a summer book bucket list. I'm hoping that this little bit of pressure will inspire me to slow the construction on my Tiny Tower and get busy doing a few more productive pursuits.
1. Something Respectable - The Great Gatsby. I'm pretty sure this was required reading somewhere in my high school career, but the fact is I don't remember it. I'm inclined to think it was probably another project I totally flaked on. *cringing* Anyway, I'd like to make up for that over sight now, especially with the movie on the way.
2. Part II - I'd like to follow up with the sequels to Divergent and Across the Universe. And in August, the follow ups to I Am Number Four and Ashes drop. Summer's all about the guilty pleasure, right?
3. Something Borrowed - The exact title is yet to be determined but I have a stack of books from Crystal, that she probably devoured in a week, gathering dust. I'd like to be able to return at least one of them during the next three months.
On a non-book related Summer Bucket list....
I want to not finish last on my first half marathon. (Who am I kidding, I just want to finish.)
Anyone else want to throw out a Summer Bucket List? I dare you.....
When I received Jane Eyre in the mail I was ready to spring into action to read this beloved tale that regularly tops peoples favorite book lists. People get misty just thinking about this book and I imagined myself joining this well read group of academics, pining for good ol' Mr Rochester, imaging myself roaming the hills around Thornfield.... Only it didn't go down quite like that. First off, this isn't a book you can polish off in a couple swift settings. (Well, maybe you can but I couldn't) So I would read a bit then something flashy would land on my nightstand and Jane Eyre would sit abandoned or a book club pick would need read and again my Bronte classic would sit shut. It was such a cool looking book I never minded having it bedside, it's very presence made me feel accomplished. Finally, a year later I decided it was time to knuckle down and finish. And I did find myself reaching a point when I was excited to pick it up at night, toting it along to piano lessons and sneaking it downstairs to read a page or two between loads of laundry or dishes. I even shed sentimental tears on the last page but overall it was, to quote 'the dawg', "just alright for me".
You know how he generally gets booed for that line, I pretty much got a similar reaction from the fellow book babes. When I mentioned that I read it at book club and it was just ok, no stars and rockets and life changing stuff, some of them (Crystal, Sara and Elisabeth) had a reaction akin to one as if I had said something like 'I hate puppies and babies'. I'll admit when I first finished I was worried, was I too dumb to get this book?? So I turned to the movie thinking that if I missed some huge plot point my eyes would be opened by the cinematic, but....I guess I'm missing the Jane Eyre lovin' gene. (Although movie Mr Rochester was so much better than the Rochester I conjured in my imagination.)
And don't get me wrong, I didn't hate the book, I just didn't LOVE the book. I'm still glad to have read it, now I can be in the know with any Jane Eyre/Thornfield/Rochester literary reference (I imagine this really upping my Jeopardy game) and I've been waiting to read the Eyre Affair for over a year now, so next time I'm between books, I'm covered.
Maybe everyone built it up too much, maybe there was just too much pressure to 'connect' with this classic, am I the only girl out there who read this book and had only a luke warm reaction? Do I need to make a doctor appointment stat and get some extra estrogen rolling? Perhaps there's an herbal remedy? Let me know....til then I'm taking on 'To Kill a Mockingbird'.
After my third viewing I finally felt I could commit something to writing. From the opening shot of Caesear Flickerman, perfectly characterized by Stanley Tucci and Senaca Crane, rocking the sculpted facial hair and managing to make those white slacks work, I was sold.
I'm one of those obnoxious people who thinks it matters more what I think of the movie because I read the books first. And don't get your panties in a twist because I couldn't possibly have read it first, I just mean that I read it hot off the press (because another author online made a recommendation) and had to wait the long years between releases instead of in some whirlwind sleepless weekend. And if you're still offended, whatever, I'm sure you can feel superior later when I discover something you've loved for years. Back to the movie, though, I started out heated up about the casting, convinced it was all going to be wrong (aside from Josh as Peeta and Woody as Haymitch). But then the propaganda got to me and I decided to take a more relaxed approach to the movie. I'm pretty sure my blog-side ranting wasn't going to start a revolution so I decided to go with the flow and enjoy what was good about the movie instead of trying to figure out ways it wasn't going to work. And I was so overall impressed that I refuse to nit-pick about the few things that were off, I think aside from turning it into a six-hour BBC movie it was about as perfect as a book to movie could translate. Some of the highlights for me were:
1. Stanley Tucci as Caesar Flickerman. Without taking anything away from the tone of the movie Tucci added a comical but perfect portrayal of Flickerman. I loved the over-the-top expressions done in a way that was funny without being cheesy and seemed completely in sync with the spirit of his character in the book.
2. The music. As a rule I hate it when a soundtrack or song is released from a movie and when you actually see the movie the songs are missing completely or show up in the credits, but this is exactly what happened in the Hunger Games and I don't care. The entire mood of this movie was so perfectly set that I can't complain about the exclusion of any song. And to be fair, when the soundtrack was released, it was labeled as songs from District 12 and beyond, which to me suggested a playlist inspired by the movie rather that a soundtrack from the movie, which is exactly what it is. And even so, with no real connection to the movie (aside from two in the credits) it does manage to embody the tone of the movie really well. I particularly like Maroon 5's contribution, which doesn't have an official video but this youtube version at least lets us spend a few minutes basking in Adam's glory.
3. Woody Harrelson as Haymitch. I like him even better than the book Haymitch. Book Haymitch was on Katniss' team but I always wondered if he really liked her. Movie Haymitch was the perfect tough love version, crusty but definitely in her corner.
4. When Katniss attacks Peeta after his declaration and Effie's blurts out "Manners", I love this. Hunger Games can be pretty heavy stuff so I really appreciated the appropriate moments of light.
5. When Katniss is shaking like a leaf before going up to the games, I have no idea how Jennifer Lawrence pulled it off, but that was so amazingly realistic. (not that I in fact have any idea what a 'realistic' reaction would be for being thrust into an arena to fight to the death) Anyway, it seemed legit.
6. Gale. I have always firmly planted myself in Peeta's corner (I'd say Team Peeta but I'm afraid someone might call me out and say I've aged out of teams, and I'm super sensitive about my age) Anyway, I was completely against Liam Hemsworth as Gale, part of that may be on grounds that I doubted being able to take serious anyone who has dated Miley Cyrus. But in his limited screen time he won me over, not so much that I'd abandon my Peeta loyalty but enough that I was sympathetic to his character and could absolutely see why there was a triangle at all.
7. I loved finding out that all this time I wasn't saying anyones names wrong in my head. Peeta really was pronounced like the pocket bread. It's always awkward to see a movie and feel like the characters are completely different just because you were hearing their names different when you read. Maybe this is weird to mention and number as a highlight, but it was oddly reassuring to me.
I'm pretty sure I could keep the numbered bullets going infinitely. I haven't even touched on Josh and Jennifer and major plot points, but to me it was all the little nuances that made the whole awesome.
I know that Hollywood and the entire Hunger Games community isn't all that worried about my support, but I give it wholeheartedly, nonetheless!
Me and Crystal at the midnight showing!!!
Now you can see both victims of my flying elbows!
PS. If you go to a midnight showing dressed up like people from the capitol you might feel like people are looking at you. When I thought about dressing up in bright wigs and outrageous eyelashes I just thought it would be fun, only once there I felt like a spectacle and I realized I'm much more comfortable blending in, and when you are wearing an untamable neon purple wig and turquoise feathered eyelashes it is hard to blend. Just an FYI if the thought crossed your mind......
If you know me even a little bit, you know I HATE the S word.
I really, really hate those things, those cold, creepy, slithery, scaly,
evil-embodying stuff of nightmares.Hate
them with a passion that may unfairly get taken out on a sinister looking stick
or lone shoelace left behind on the garage floor, just on the presumption that
it MAY have slightly resembled an S.And
by “taken out on”, I mean shrieked at and bolted from.So when Andrea told me I better not ever pick
another medical book or she would then choose a field guide to S as her pick, I
started to get the feeling that my April pick, The Immortal Life of Henrietta
Lacks, wasn’t her new best friend.
Even with that initial response, this book turned out to be book club gold.There was just so much to talk about.It’s one of those books that raise questions
you have never thought about before…who should be able to make money off human
tissue and/or cells?Does a person have
the right to determine what happens to parts and pieces of their body once
removed?If a person essentially throws
some part of themself away, are the monetary benefits that could be made off it
up for grabs?Is there an ethical obligation
that if a person’s cells turn a profit, the original user of those cells
should be compensated?And if so, how
much?And more creepily, could my cells
be out there somewhere being experimented on, researched on, cloned or used in
any way without my knowledge?(Now I’m
picturing any army of micro-Crystals in a lab somewhere, some true clones, some
half human half dog hybrids, maybe something that would be on the Island of Dr.
Moreau...I like it!)
Rebecca Skloot did a fantastic job of weaving the story of
Henrietta and her family into the bigger picture of scientific advancement, the
history of medical research, American race relations and health care capitalism.She wrote the heavy, meaty sections in ways
that the average person could understand and then put a face on it, albeit sometimes it
was a face I didn’t much like.She tried
to stay as impartial as possible, not sainting or demonizing either side, but
rather laying everything out and letting the reader decide where they
stood.Even after reading, pondering and
discussing this book, I still don’t have the answers.Maybe the awareness Ms. Skloot raised and the
fact that the questions are being debated is enough.
So I’ve never really thought of myself as an artistic or creative person. I think once you strap on the abacus and commit to the bow tie and pocket protector of an accountant, hip and artsy are not often terms bandied about in reference to you. While I can set up a spreadsheet like a madwoman and play the 10-key like a concert piano til smoke flies off my fingers, the tradeoff seems to be a slight/complete decline in my creative juices. But wait! I had an epiphany this weekend. Just because your (my) drawings look like they were done by a roofied Cookie Monster and your (my) dancing abilities mimic those of a cobra being attacked by a honey badger doesn’t disqualify you from recognizing and appreciating artistic ability in others. I think reading connects the non-creative, such as myself, to that other, far cooler, world in that it opens your mind and imagination to more than you would be otherwise, much like a reasonably priced box of White Zinfandel can.
There are so many forms that art can take, from world
renowned paintings or architecture to something as simple as a single line of
poetry or a Polaroid snapshot, but one that I and the rest of the Book Babes
really appreciate is music.If you’re up
to date on our posts (and why wouldn’t you be, really?), you’ll note that for
us, music and books are inextricably linked in some symbiotic way, so in a way,
to love one is to love the other.
This weekend, our shared love of music landed three of us at
the Columbia City Theater in Seattle amidst a motley crew of fellow indie rock enthusiasts
to watch the Cold War Kids perform to a sold out crowd.
Me, Andrea and Sara. Whoo! That's right. Whoo!
Andrea and I snatched up tickets for the show
as soon as they were available and didn’t realize Sara had independently gotten
her own tickets.Looks like these book babes
are on the same happening wavelength.Fueled
by free Embassy Suites cocktails and next door pizza, we were able to wrangle
first in line spots before the doors opened, and then, through the hubby’s
generosity with the PBR, weasel Sara and her crew up to first in line with us.We ended up front row, chest smack up to the
stage.Whoo!The next couple hours sped by in a blur of
fist pumping, off-key sing-alonging, and gyrations that may or may not have
passed for dancing.After the show, we
got to mingle with Chopper, a national treasure of the roadie world.
Sali and (Karate) Chopper
We chatted him up and basically distracted
him from his duties until security told us to scram.So we scrammed to about 10 feet away and then
noticed Nathan, the lead singer, nonchalantly mingling with the masses.He agreed to take a pic with us girls, and
even though he looks really angry in this pic, he was actually super down to
earth and friendly.This is the second
time I’ve gotten to see Cold War Kids perform, and let me tell you, they’re not
to be missed.Not only are they insanely
good, but they always have rad openers, too.Last time, we got exposed to A Lull, which at one point, had about 17
guys drumming at the same time.Ok,
maybe 5, but what do you think I am?Some kind of accountant?They
were pretty stellar.This time around,
Superhumanoids opened for them and I loved them, too.Fantastic job of picking openers, CWK.I always hate going to a show and the opener
has nothing to do with the musical styling of the headlining band and you’re
thinking, “what is Eminem doing at this Dixie Chicks concert?”, but the Kids
(as I so hiply call them) always come through in both the performance and the
opening act department.
Brie, Sara, Me, Nathan, Andrea, Sali and Darcy...hobnobbing
So back to my thesis.Art begets art and appreciating the talents of another and the beauty
others create inspires them to continue creating.So keep on writing, keep on rocking, keep on
sculpting, painting, drawing, and composing.And I’ll keep on cheering.Symbiosis
in action.
Thank goodness for a leap year or the only book I'd have read was our current book club pick. I imagined posting about a good 3 or 4 books for February courtesy of our mid-winter get-away, I never learn. Traveling with kids doesn't allow for the kind of reading I used to get under my belt on vacations. I'm not complaining though, just commenting.
Hana
by Lauren Oliver
Releasing as an ebook the same day as the second Delirium book Pandemonium (February 28, 2012) , Hana is a short story told from the perspective of Deliriums main character's (Lena) best friend. While the stories are overlapping, Oliver keeps it fresh by by sharing not only a completely different perspective but a character that has entirely different reactions and motives to similar experiences than Lena from Delirium. And the last line drops a bombshell that I not only didn't see coming, it makes me want to re-read the last few chapters of Delirium to see if I missed something. Overall I enjoy short stories that fill out a story line and if you have read Delirium and enjoyed it, Hana is worth reading.
When you write things out it makes you more aware of them, so writing for just the last two months my booklist makes me realize that I need to expand my literary horizons. I need to reign in my inner seventeen year old self that is apparently in control of all my book purchases lately. Which isn't to say I'm giving up my YA reads, but maybe I need to temper them with some more grown up choices?
