Category Archives: Reading

Rose Under Fire

I finished reading Rose Under Fire in two days, and I had to finish it that quickly, because I couldn’t handle more nightmares. I loved the book, almost as much as I loved Code Name Verity, but whew… it was harrowing.

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For those of you not living in the kidlit world, Rose Under Fire is Elizabeth Wein’s young-adult novel about a teenage American transfer pilot who is intercepted and arrested by the Germans, then imprisoned in Ravensbruck. To say the concentration camp setting was well-researched is a vast understatement. It was horrifyingly real.

Usually, when I finish a book I loved, I think, “I wish I had written that.” With Rose Under Fire, I thought, “thank God I didn’t have to write that.”

Interestingly, as I was reading the final chapter, my daughter was on the computer collecting the famous quotes of various children’s authors, for some project of hers. And just as I put my book down, she called out this quote to me:

You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.
― Madeleine L’Engle

I can’t imagine a better way to describe this particular work.

Dreamboats

There’s been a MASSIVE oversight on this blog. How have I not talked about Dreamboats? I went to the launch a couple months ago, and both my kids (and I!) fell in love. (And when even my too-cool-for-picture-books daughter will deign to read, read, and reread, you know it’s something special.)

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Written by Dan Bar-el and illustrated by Kirsti Anne Wakelin, the book dips into the watery dreams of children from different parts of the globe. Really, it’s an escape into an entirely new world with each page turn.

This project took years to complete. YEARS. I’m surprised Dan and Kirsti are still speaking to each other, and I’m surprised Kirsti’s still sane. You can see some of her illustration process on her blog and I have to say, it makes my own writing life look like a walk (sail?) in the park.

But I would also say those years were worth it.

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Buggy about zoos

My daughter is agitating for a zoo trip. We’ve been on every other possible excursion this summer, so I suppose the zoo was bound to come up eventually.

But the last time I visited a zoo was about ten years ago, in Hong Kong. Min and I were strolling around aimlessly, in the kind of fog you fall into when you’ve eaten too much dim sum three days in a row.

Then, as we walked past a gorilla sleeping in the sunshine, he opened his eyes.

If he were human, those eyes would have said, “I’m trapped, and I’ve given up hope that anything will improve, ever.”

And those eyes looked very, very human.

We haven’t been to a zoo since. We’ve been to a few wild animal parks, where one can marvel at rhinos from a distance, but I don’t want to see a caged primate ever again. So I don’t think my daughter’s campaign is going to be too successful.

Maybe she can reread The One and Only Ivan, instead?

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Unexpected silence

I stumbled upon the perfect formula for a little bonus quiet time this week.

A morning of intense swimming

plus…

an afternoon trip to the library

equals…

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music to a mother’s ears.

(And is it just me, or are they adorable when they’re reading?)

The perfect reading spot

Is there anything better than a sunny campsite, a chair, and a great book? I’m just back from a weekend at Sasquatch Provincial Park, which (despite the lack of flush toilets) is my new favourite camping destination. A little swim in Hicks Lake took care of all my summer lake-swimming cravings. And Hicks Lake was approximately one billion times warmer than Kootenay Lake, where I grew up.

To top it off, I got in a few hours of reading Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz, a YA recommended by fellow writer Kallie George.

The first chapters had a lovely, Hemmingway-esque style, but they were a little lacking in direction. Forget right now that I told you that, though, because once I was into the story, I wanted it to never stop. I wish Aristotle and Dante lived next door, so we could hang out. Maybe I could dog-sit.

It gets 5/5 stars, for making me laugh out loud and cry. Sometimes at the same time. Plus an extra star for most gorgeous cover ever. Wouldn’t you agree?

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What I read on my summer vacation

My reading list for the past week looks like the product of multiple personality disorder. But all the voices in my head say I should share the list anyway. Overall, these books were too good to keep to myself!

True (…Sort of)
One of the top five books of my year, and I can’t think of four better. I read this at the insistence of my daughter, and she was right. It’s fantastic. The book deals with many tough issues, from discipline problems and self-esteem to abandonment and abuse, but it does it in an immensely gentle way, with a good does of a magical sort of humour. I’m definitely going in search of Katherine Hannigan’s other books.

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Packing for Mars
This book combines two things I love: Mars, and Mary Roach. One of my top five favourite non-fiction writers, and I can’t think of four better. She’s just so darned funny, in a dry and quirky kind of way. The entire book reads as if you went out for beer and she decided to tell you every strange space story she’d ever heard. Monkeys, fruit leather stew inside space helmets, astronaut origami… you get the idea.

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Middlemarch
Yes, I’ve been reading a tome. And yes, I’ve been reading it on my iPhone. It’s quite convenient, you see, to sneak the phone onto the bed and tuck it under a corner of the blanket and read happily while various family members snore around me. Sometimes, on a road trip, these are the only moments of silence I can find!

If there’s one thing I find satisfactory in looking over this list, it’s that I must thoroughly confuse any recommended-reads engine. At least I’m unpredictable!

In case you can’t get too much moi…

In place of Friday Story Time this week, there’s All-About-Tanya-Day.

You can head over to Lois Peterson’s blog to find out what books I’d take to a desert island, what writing advice I have to offer, and more.

If you haven’t visited Lois’s site before, have a look around, then pick up a few of her books. My personal favourites (though it’s hard to choose) are Meeting Miss 405 for early readers and Silver Rain for middle grade. They’re both absolutely lovely, poignant stories with characters you won’t want to leave behind.

Happy reading!

The halfway mark

Halfway through the year already? How did that happen?

I signed the 50 Book Pledge earlier this year, so for the first time ever, I actually have a record of what the heck I’ve been reading. I’m afraid I’m not a very consistent or predictable reader. I pick books the way a crow picks trinkets. But let’s see if there are any patterns to be found in six months’ worth of lit…

Middle Grade
The Apothecary, by Maile Meloy
Summer Days, Starry Nights, by Vikki VanSickle
The Fourth Stall, by Chris Rylander
Tuesdays at the Castle, by Jessica Day George
Nothing but the Truth, by Kit Pearson
Days that End in Y, by Vikki VanSickle
Flutter, by Erin Moulton
Gathering Blue, by Lois Lowry
Alvin Ho, by Lenore Look
Every Soul a Star, by Wendy Mass

Young Adult
Code Name Verity, by Elizabeth E. Wein
Eleanor and Park, by Rainbow Rowell
Brief History of Montmaray, by Michelle Cooper
The FitzOsbornes in Exile, by Michelle Cooper
The FitzOsbornes at War, by Michelle Cooper
Friday Society, by Adrienne Kress
Seraphina, by Rachel Hartman

Classics
Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy

Contemporary
Flight Behavior, by Barbara Kingsolver
Where’d You Go, Bernadette, by Maria Semple
Painted Girls, Cathy Marie Buchanan
The Family Fang, by Kevin Wilson
419, by Will Ferguson

Fantasy
River of Stars, by Guy Gavriel Kay
The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern

Mystery
Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn

Non-Fiction
Deep Survival, by Laurence Gonzales
Bomb, by Steve Sheinkin

Whew. That’s 28 books so far — a lot less than I’d like to read, but as many as I can fit between work and play.

Back to my crow-ish habits: four of these books I read because they were lying around the house, courtesy of my kids; three were gifts; three were by people I know; one was recommended by a bookstore employee; two were by previously-loved writers (both of which disappointed); eight I read because of on-line reviews or recommendations.

Two of my very favourite reads of the year so far were the Montmaray series and Where’d You Go, Bernadette, both recommended by friends. (Thank you, Kallie and Rachelle!)

Which makes me think… why aren’t you people telling me what to read more often? I am open to suggestions!

I’m an evil book stealer

I’d just finished a few hours of late-night revising. I wanted something easy to read. Something fun. And my daughter had been raving about the book she was reading. The book she was right in the middle of reading…

I did.

I snuck into her room, stole the book from her end table, read the first half, and then replaced the book before morning.

And the next night, I did the same thing.

I am thoroughly (kind of) ashamed of myself. Especially when she’s so nicely offered me the book to read, now that she’s finished it.

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My new love

It seems a little silly to write about Rainbow Rowell’s Eleanor & Park after John Green has already done it, but I am so in love with this book, I had to offer a few thoughts.

First, Park has the most brilliant parents ever. They’re not perfect. They’re no better at communicating than real parents are, but they’re so darned loveable. That moment when Park’s dad says “doesn’t seem like much of a plan, but I can’t think of a better one,” is my favourite part of the whole book. (I know. John Green already said this. He said “two of the best-drawn adults I can remember in a young adult novel.” But I wanted to say it, too. So just shush.)

Second, Park’s driving lessons? I think his dad and my dad took the same “how to teach your kid to drive” correspondence course. And Tina and Steve? I went to school with them. And the really sweet but totally ineffectual counsellors? Yup, had them. The book is packed with moments that ring true.

Third, Park. Could we just stop a moment so I can sigh over Park? When they (being everyone) tell parents (being me) that you have to teach your kid all you can before he’s 12, then hope it sticks, the ideal result they (me) are hoping for is Park. I’m sure this is not the way readers are supposed to be thinking about Park, because, well, the readers are supposed to be teenagers. Still, if my son grew up just like him, I’d be a happy mom.

If you haven’t read it yet, go get yourself a copy. John Green says so.

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