The Brattychick

This book was thoroughly enjoyable. I thought it was very well written. It effortlessly flowed between time periods and characters’ points of view. Briony was believable as a smart and sassy little girl and as an adult, her voice still rang true. Cecilia, Robbie and Mrs. Tallis are all vividly portrayed. There were moments of hilarity early on in the book and it could have easily ventured into a period piece with quiet thoughtful conversations and brooding almost-friendship-turned-love in the style of Pride and Prejudice. Instead, there was a rape of a child. This singular moment changes everyone’s lives. That is really what the novel is about. How a singular moment, one decision can change something drastically forever. Thirteen is a prudish age for many little girls, and Briony misunderstands. She means no malice but damns everyone around her, including herself. Fiona, the pathetic victim marries the criminal. Cecilia cuts her family off. Robbie goes to jail and then war instead...

To say that I enjoyed Chronicle of a Death Foretold would be inaccurate, but I definitely appreciated it. I liked its brevity and the fact that it stuck to the point while still providing bits of color and background. It was never a chore to read. The geographical setting is a beautiful coastal Caribbean town that one might like to visit. The setting never really gets muddied in spite of the dark deeds going on. There were places open at odd hours. I liked the idea of a convenience store by day, bar by night. The brothel sounded like a beautiful, happy place with a courtyard and gourd lanterns. The characters were well drawn and fanciful.  I loved the imagery of the “eyes of an insomniac leopard”, referring to a favorite prostitute that never slept. The entire book has an ethereal quality to the setting and the characters. Even the superstitions of the culture are brought forth with such authority, that you find yourself absolutely agreeing to a romantic idea. Of course a...

I'm counting sheep Waiting for The Sleep To swallow me whole Murder this day Let the night smother it Keep it down,  keep it quiet And for fuck's sake, Don't. Think. Rescue me.

This novel was a less a novel and more series of whimsical vignettes. There were a few chapters describing the life of a young Einstein and his colleague. Other than that there was not a real plot or story arc.  Most chapters contained a creative idea about how time might be structured and how the human experience would react. I felt that the book went on a bit too long for what it was. However, I found the description of Albert Einstein, the young man, and his dear friend Besso to be endearing.  I enjoyed the Dr. Seussesque moving buildings and houses on stilts. I appreciated the touching wish to be frozen in time in your most perfect moment and the thoughts on the shifting perception of the past. What I found profound were the statements each vignette made. How would one act differently if there were infinite time? If life lasted a mere day, how would you spend it? The thoughts on love when there is no past were soul-stirring. Lovers’ attraction never waned. The...

The Hours seemed to revolve around the theme “Nothing matters, everyone dies.” This would seem, at first glance, very depressing. In truth, I did find The Hours fairly depressing, but that did not preclude me from liking it. One of the reasons that it was enjoyable was the very real characters, each one complete with a background, strengths and imperfections. Michael Cunningham has a knack for very whole characters. Even Mary Krull and Walter Hardy, who appeared only briefly, had personalities that were fleshed out with broad strokes. Their physical descriptions were articulated and an idea of their histories and futures were alluded to. Actually, the The Hours gives the feeling that it might be a chapter in a larger book. It does not try to give a complete history, and almost assumes that the reader has some prior knowledge about things. It also does not tie everything up in a neat bow or answer all the reader’s questions. Because the novel occupying the space of only one day in ea...

I wanted to love this book. I admire Salman Rushdie. I liked the colorful wording and random references sprinkled throughout the book like Easter eggs. It reminded me very much of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland which is one of my favorite books of all time. However, somewhere in the ornateness of the story, Rushdie lost my attention. About halfway through, I felt like I always do while standing in the National Cathedral. Amidst the carefully crafted gargoyles, stained glass, intricate ceilings and decorated door handles, I feel bewildered and overstimulated. I cannot take it all in. I cannot make the kind of sense of it that I would like to. In trying to comprehend the theme of the story, I feel overwhelmed. I settled on “stories are invaluable”, though I toyed with “speech is worth fighting for” and “family first”. The sole reason I settled on this was that both Haroun and Soraya question the usefulness of a fictional story. I liked Rushdie’s “real” world better than the dream wo...

We had apple, scones, and peanut butter and marshmallow fluff sandwiches for lunch. We did spx and it was lovely outside. I spent too much money but that is ok. We met We came back. I took the Clara Barton parkway and it was beautiful. When I got home the children were so engrossed in their books that they didn't get out of the car for a while. I took a little nap. Then we had beef stew and biscuits for dinner. I I drank a half a bottle of white wine that abby gave me. Miles and I worked on cleaning the house. We determined that we needed a filing cabinet. Then, I sent the boys to bed and I read Haroun until I fell asleep. It didn't take long.