Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Starters by Lissa Price

Callie Woodland and her younger brother, Tyler, are vaccinated survivors of the Spore Wars.  The Spore Wars wiped out the middle-aged generation leaving behind a class of mostly orphaned youngsters (Starters) struggling to survive and class of wealthy and privileged elderly (Enders) who have become the ruling class of Price’s dystopian world.  In a world where she’s not allowed to have a job or own a home, Callie’s only option to care for her sick younger brother is to go to work for Prime Destinations, a body bank where the wealthiest Enders can rent the body of Starter and relive their youth.  For Callie, it’s a simple matter of going to sleep while her body goes on its own adventure, that is, until she wakes up in the middle of one of her rentals and finds herself tangled in her renter’s web of intrigue.  Who can she trust and why is the voice in her head begging her not to return to Prime Destinations?

Starters is a fast-paced dystopian thriller with no shortage of secrets and plot twists.  Price conjures a main character whose first-person narration is realistic and relatable.  Callie’s desperation to provide for her brother, and her conflict between caring for her brother and uncovering the evil motives at Prime Destinations is palpable.  There are evil villains, unwitting accomplices, and, of course, unexpected love interests which Price weaves together into a compelling story.

Unfortunately, where Starters fails is in its world building.  The Spore Wars are barely explained.  Reasons for why the young generation is so widely loathed and exploited by the privileged class of Enders are never discussed.  Readers are left to wonder why the elderly are not only so without compassion for the younger generation but also often downright evil.  The mystery of the book was enough to overcome these failings and keep me reading, but the lack of depth to Price’s world left me just the slightest bit unsatisfied.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Loose Leafing: Currently

Doing: Aging.  It's my birthday.  I'm getting.....oldish.

Reading:  I was reading and enjoying Everything Here is Beautiful by Mira T. Lee, but I took a quick break to read Wonder by R. J. Palacio when I found out the book group I (very sporadically) attend will be discussing it next Friday.  Wonder is great so far - I started it yesterday on Kindle and only have about 30% to go.  It's the first book in a while that I lost track of time and accidentally stayed up too late reading - hello, 1:30AM!

Anticipating: Spring.  It hasn't been especially snowy in my neck of the woods, but it certainly has seemed first colder, and now just generally more rainy, overcast, and dismal than usual.  Despite no indication in temperature or conditions (the nor'easters keep blowing through at a good clip), my birthday is usually when I start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.  It's cold today, but sunny, and there's something in the light that makes me think spring.

Buying: Books, naturally.  At the winter library book sale, on my Kindle, from Books-a-Million.  At this rate, I'm going to need to be even more brutal about DNFing the bad and the mediocre to keep up with my problem.  So far, so good - I've jettisoned approximately 1/3 of the books I've started so far this year.

Also, I bought this blanket from Society6, and I'm pretty sure it's been about the best thing about the season I loathe most.  It's warm, comfy, and funny.  It's been my constant companion for all reading, TV watching, and napping these last couple months. I think I might need a beach towel in the same design to accompany me through the summer....

Cooking: I love to eat good food, but for most of my life, I've had a complete disinterest in cooking.  Lately I've started to realize that my disinterest lies more in planning and shopping for obscure ingredients I'll never use all of and just end up wasting.  So, one of my life goals this year was to join one of those meal delivery services.  Enter one of my co-workers with a free Hello Fresh box.  Two weeks and four meals in, I'm happy to report that given all the necessary ingredients and a certain level of instruction, I can, indeed, cook.  All four meals have been good (number 5 to be prepared tonight), and I'm pretty super stoked to have culinary variety back in my life along with a nice ego boost stemming from the fact that I am not actually an incompetent cook (just a lazy one, LOL!).

Tex Mex Tilapia!  I made that!

Watching:  Ever since I moved to my new place and subscribed to all the streaming services so I could skip buying cable, I've been dying for the TV show ER to stream all its episodes somewhere so that I could re-watch.  Thanks to Hulu my TV dreams have come true.

I took a break to take in the Olympics - snowboarding and the freestyle skiing are where it's at for me - where the coverage was uncommonly good, for the most part.  But other than that, ER is the star of this girl's winter....and probably spring and summer....man, there are a lot of episodes to see!

Planning:  Trips.  I kind of got way behind the eight ball last year planning travel but still lucked out on a few mini vacations.  Not getting fooled again this year.  I've already got all the money down on my portion of a lake house rental in Cooperstown, NY this August with my family, decidedly a different type of vacation than I've ever taken.  Relaxing instead of on the go, and with a good chunk of my family, too, should be an interesting departure from the norm, and hopefully a good one!

Private water front?  Yes, please.

Then, just recently, one of my best and oldest friends accepted a job in Washington state.  I volunteered as tribute to road trip with her across the nation at the end of May, and we are starting to lock in the plans.  I traveled out west to Montana once upon a time with the intention of taking a job there, but it didn't work out as planned.  I'm surprised and a little excited to have the opportunity to take another cross country road trip.  This time in better weather and without the stress of my having to start a new life at the end of it.

What have you been up to lately?

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie

Look at this, people.  Here it is still 2018.  I've finished two whole books, and I'm already writing about the second.  Somebody stop me or I'm going to start having expectations of myself.

Picking up a copy of Murder on the Orient Express, for me, was mostly an exercise in nostalgia. I went through my traditional mystery-lover stage pretty early in my reading career, and when I was in the seventh grade, I was sure I was going to read all the Agatha Christie books, and all those The Cat Who... books, and more, so many more delicious mysteries.  Alas, my reading tastes shifted as I grew older, and my consumption of the entire collection of the delicious new (at the time) copies of Central Columbia Middle School's Agatha Christie collection never came fully to pass, though I did get a few under my belt before my reading tastes shifted to thrillers and horror in high school.  So, reading Murder on the Orient Express was an effort to recapture the reading days of my youth, even though I think I was more of a Miss Marple girl than a Hercule Poirot fan, but, be that as it may, I enjoyed my blast from the past.

Hercule Poirot is returning by train from Syria after solving one case and rushing to England to attend to another when he finds himself in the midst of still a third case when a suspicious gentleman is murdered on the Orient Express.  With no police on board and their progress halted by a snowdrift, it falls to Poirot to gather the evidence of the many potential suspects traveling in the Stamboul-Calais carriage.  Interviewing everyone from the victim's secretary to the honorable Princess Dragomiroff to a Colonel and a young woman from England he'd had a chance encounter with on his previous train, Poirot has to discern the lies from the truth to discover the secrets of both the killed and the killer.

A relative minimum of reliable evidence, an abundance of characters who don't seem quite shady enough for murder, and a healthy dose of lucky guesses make Murder on the Orient Express a fun whodunit.  Its exotic locale in the midst of a snow storm combined with the sinister atmosphere of a marooned train that almost certainly contains a killer adds to its attraction. 

I've always been and still am a fan of the sort of deductive reason, psychologically based crime-solving that marks Poirot's style.  Sure, modern forensics are great, but isn't it more fun to cleverly manipulate potential subjects into tipping their proverbial hands?  There's no doubt that Christie is a master of the genre, and Murder on the Orient Express kept me guessing until the very end when the good detective finally untangles the improbable truth.

(Copy received free from the publisher in exchange for review consideration.)

Sunday, January 7, 2018

My Life After Now by Jessica Verdi

I've done a strange thing this year.  I've finished a book already.  Now I'm going to make it even stranger and try to review it as if I were a functioning book blogger and human.  Look at me go!  What madness does the new year bring?

Anyhow, the first book of the year, well, it's not really anything special.  This is to say, I didn't really pick it for any special reason, like people do.  It's a book the randomizer chose from the thundering neglected hordes on my Kindle.  So yeah, the randomizer followed me right into 2018.  The simple changing of the year didn't transform me into a capable decision-maker.  The foundations of the world?  We won't shake them too hard just yet.

Anyway, the first book of 2018.  It's My Life After Now by Jessica Verdi.

As she enters her junior year of high school, Lucy Moore thinks she's got it made.  As the best actress in her school's drama club, she's sure she's about to land the role of Juliet in the fall production of Romeo and Juliet.  Naturally she'll be playing the role opposite her boyfriend, Ty, the golden boy of drama club.  She's got a pair of supportive best friends - Max and Courtney, and a pair of dads who couldn't love her more. 

In a space of the week, Lucy's world crumbles - the role and the boy both go to theater-camp competitor and high school interloper, Elyse.  When her undependable biological mother shows up at her house trying to make yet another new start, that's Lucy's final straw.  One foolish night of fleeing her problems for an uncharacteristic night of clubbing in NYC is all it takes to change Lucy's life forever.  Now Lucy has a deadly secret she can't tell anyone, and the one person she does tell validates her worst fears.

My feelings about My Life After Now were tremendously mixed.  The beginning of the story seemed wildly exaggerated.  I understand that this almost absurdly bad week had to happen to drive the rest of the plot, but the speed with which things come undone was blatantly unrealistic.  The end, as well, fails in realism, with resolutions that seem to come together far to easily and with too few questions asked.

In the middle, though, My Life After Now really shined. Lucy's terror and shame at what she has done and the diagnosis she receives is expertly rendered.  Her unwillingness to open up to her parents and her friends about what happened and the consequences, for fear of their judgement, disappointment, disbelief, or fear is entirely convincing.  When the truth does have to come out, as the truth always does, Lucy has become so isolated and afraid that her relief is palpable.  Her coming to terms with living her new life is expertly handled.  While My Life After Now suffers a little from a certain YA tendency to wrap things up too nicely and easily, it's ultimately an addictive read about a relatable narrator facing a different diagnosis than is tackled in any of those other YA "sick kid" novels you may have read, which makes it a welcome addition to the genre and well worth a read.
"If you test positive, how do you think you will react?" she rephrased. 
What kind of a question was that? How would anyone know how they would react until actually put in that situation? That was like asking what you would do if you woke up to find your house was on fire. Would you run out immediately? Stop to call 911? Look for your cat? Put on your shoes? Dash around collecting valuables? Until you’re actually in that burning building, flames scorching your skin, there’s no way to know for sure.

Monday, January 1, 2018

My Best Reads of 2017

Happy 2018, everybody!  Before I set my sights fully on the new year, I've got to take a look back at the best books from last year.  Honestly, it was a rough year of reading and blogging for me.  I don't have actual reviews written for my favorites, so this is as much a "reviewlette" post as it is a "best of" post.  I encountered lots of DNF duds and a fair amount of books that I finished that left me feeling pretty "meh," but, in the end, I got more reading done than I expected and encountered a few gems along the way.  Here they are, in no particular order:

1. The Tumbling Turner Sisters by Juliette Fay - I read this waaaay back in the beginning of 2017, so I really have to reach back over the months for memories of it, but it was great.  It's the story of the four Turner sisters whose mother transforms them into a vaudeville act when their father is injured on the job.  I don't know how to describe it other than to say that this book is historical fiction at its most fun.  I loved getting acquainted with the vaudeville circuit through the Turner girls' eyes.  They meet all kinds of people and find success they never expected and some romance along the way.  To say that it's "fun" I don't mean to imply a lack of seriousness.  As they rise to fame the Turners encounter poverty, gain new understanding of racism and discrimination, and are touched by tragedy, all of which add enough heft to story for it to be a truly satisfying read.

2. Someone Else's Love Story by Joshilyn Jackson - Joshilyn Jackson has been waiting on my bookshelves a long time.  I'm glad the randomizer finally helped me rescue her from the deep recesses of my shelves.  Shandi Pierce and William Ashe meet during an armed robbery at a convenience store.  She's a single mom who has convinced herself she's had a virgin birth, he's a scientific savant with a recent past filled with tragedy.  She thinks that destiny brought them together, but there's much more to William Ashe's story than meets the eye.  This book is hilarious in a totally effortless way, is full of lovable characters, and definitely was not the story I was expecting.

3. The Passage by Justin Cronin - This is as good as everyone has been saying for years now while I've been waffling over attempting it due to its enormous size.  I'm a sucker for dystopian/apocalyptic stories, and this one is a champion of the genre. It reminded me a bit of the feeling of reading The Stand, terrifyingly possible, fascinatingly written, weaving between several stories of a nation laid waste by a misguided government experiment.  It's always those misguided government experiments, isn't it?

4. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens - Be still my heart!  I re-read a book.  I'm not really good at Dickens' full length works - the ones I've read drag so horribly in the middle - but I'll always have a soft spot for A Christmas Carol.  There's just something about the idea of Christmas that Dickens preaches in this book that always gets me, more so now that I'm a crusty old grown-up more often tempted to be Scrooge-y over the holiday.  It seems to grow a little more humorous, a little more serious, and a little more relatable every time I read it.

5. A Piece of the World by Christina Baker Kline - (Sorry, this one is super long.) I have the hardest time writing about the books I love the most. Usually, when I truly love a book it's because I'm so engaged on an emotional level with it that I can't disentangle myself from it long enough to give people a reason to like it that isn't totally unique to my own psyche.  So it was with this book which was my favorite among favorites.  In it, Kline imagines the life of the subject of one of Andrew Wyeth's paintings, Christina's World.  My heart broke for proud Christina, crippled at a young age by polio, whose determination not to give into the pains of her failing body leaves her unwilling to accept help or pity but also desperately limited by the path she has chosen.  This isn't a cheery book.  It's a hard to look at a character whose lot in life is often frustration, humiliation, and heartbreak as the able bodied people in her life come and go while she is consigned to a life of difficulty, a life that misses out on so much a "normal" life would offer.  Kline's talent in making me care so much for this proud, sometimes selfish, sometimes downright ornery character imprisoned by a world both of her own and her disability's making, is what makes this book shine.  A few times during the reading, I found myself worrying over the ending. How can this end without doing a disservice to the character and the rest of the story?  How can it end without being too trite or just too depressing? I need not have worried.  The ending strikes the most pitch perfect of notes between bitter and sweet, revealing a life that is so much more than the sum of its parts and inspiring that much more love for both the painter and his subject.

6. The Bean Trees by Barbara Kingsolver - If this is Barbara Kingsolver's debut (er, I think it is, actually), then I can't wait to read more of her recent work.  I fell in love with the plucky, courageous Taylor Greer from page one as she abandons her Kentucky home to move west to Tucson, Arizona desperate to evade a certain fate of wedlock-free baby-raising.  This is the fastest reading essentially  plotless book you'll ever meet, filled with excellent characters from Taylor herself, her worrywart roommate Lou Ann, no-nonsense Mattie down at Jesus is Lord Used tires, a pair of Nicaraguan refuges, and baby Turtle who is obsessed with vegetables.  These folks are irrepressible and jump off the page.  I'll be back for more Kingsolver, for sure.

7. The Revised Fundamentals of Caregiving by Jonathan Evison - This one snuck in just under the wire as I closed it with satisfaction on the afternoon of New Year's Eve.  If this blurb looks familiar to you, then you must follow me on Litsy. ;-)

The blurb on the front cover of one edition calls it "stealthily powerful," and truer words were never spoken.   Ben Benjamin and the collection of misfits who accompany him on his journey from abject tragedy to redemption and healing are sometimes pathetic, often hilarious, and ultimately (unexpectedly) heartwarming.

Honorable Mentions: Coventry by Helen Humphreys (where the writing stuns, but the plot's cheap twist knocks it down a star), Some Girls Are by Courtney Summers (that captures high school hell so very, very terrifyingly...which also held it back from being fully a favorite) and The Train of Small Mercies (for being a book I thought I would DNF but ended up being a solidly likeable book, if not quite best of the year material)

Linking up to the last prompt of #AMonthofFaves