Reading something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue
I successfully finished the War through the Generations World War II reading challenge this December, but I haven’t been able to blog properly in the last ten days or so, with the holiday rush. Hopefully this entry still makes it.
For 2009, I’ve read:
1) The Reader by Bernhard Schlink
2) Number the Stars by Lois Lowry
This month, I finished Stones in Water by Donna Jo Napoli, and A Separate Peace by John Knowles.
A Heart of Stone by Renate Dorrenstein
Book #27 for 2009
Book #4 for Diversity Challenge (American)
I wasn’t planning on reading it, but Tracy Chevalier’s recommendation on the cover (“moving, chilling, powerful”) caught my eye. It started out innocently enough, as a coming-of-age novel high on Americana and it was a compelling read. The protagonist, Ellen, is quite likeable, and I found myself smiling at the quaint family portrait she painted.
A few chapters into the book though, it becomes clear that there is something sinister lurking beneath the surface of the picture-perfect family, and the goosebumps started breaking out. There is a dark mystery at the heart of the book, something that happens after Ellen’s twelfth birthday that continues to haunt her twenty-five years later.
The passages alternate between homey and gruesome, in a disturbing medley. And as the dark family secret was starting to unravel, I couldn’t stop reading, although I was getting increasingly queasy and was stuffing my fist into my mouth to keep myself from screaming and/or getting sick. In a vile sort of way, the book is so engrossing it makes you read through all the trauma, until you feel like you’ve experienced it all as well.
I don’t think I’ll read it again because the first time was traumatizing enough, but it was a very good read that was gripping from start to finish.
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my copy: trade paperback, now on my BookMooch inventory
my rating: 4/5 stars
Was finally able to watch the Persepolis movie yesterday, and it comes as a relief that it’s not one of those annoying movie adaptations that fail to live up to the reader’s expectations.
To parents who are wondering if the comics are suitable for young readers, the first book is okay for younger teens (6th grade to junior high, but be prepared to answer questions and explain certain concepts), but reserve the second book for later, as it deals with more mature issues.
The Persepolis movie, which debuted at the 2007 Cannes, is as highly acclaimed as the book. The animation is a bit more polished than the comics, but resembles it closely enough that you wouldn’t really notice. Some episodes from the first book are not in the film, especially those that don’t really propel the story forward, but the film is in essence faithful to the book.
The film also manages to make some episodes even funnier and some even more poignant, even though I’d read them already, and an adaptation that can do that is worth lauding. I cried a bit when uncle Anoush gave Marji the bread swans, and when the”Eye of the Tiger” sequence was rolling, I was doubled over laughing!
Film adaptations, when executed properly, add another dimension of enjoyment to the experience of reading a book, and the Persepolis movie does just that. It’s one of the very few movie adaptations that I’ve enjoyed recently, so bravo to that!
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My copies: Persepolis 1, trade paperback, from NBS Book-sak Presyo Sale (a steal at P75); Persepolis 2, trade paperback, mooched from abroad
My rating: Persepolis I, 5/5 stars; Persepolis II, 4/5 stars
Persepolis movie, 5/5 stars
(This post is rather lengthy, I know — I’ve just wanted to write about this book for so long!)Dodie Smith’s more famous work is the children’s story The 101 Dalmatians, but before that, she wrote a novel entitled I Capture the Castle in 1948.
I only learned about I Capture the Castle because J.K. Rowling named it as one of her favorite books — I love the books she recommends; my cousin and I discovered the Cirque du Freak series also because JKR raved about them.
I found a fairly new copy at Book Sale (the best! I swear!) last year, but it took a few more months before I finally found an opportunity to read it without interruptions — on my holiday trip after Christmas, where I indulged in a lot of fresh air and four days of reading bliss.
Meet the Mortmains
I Capture the Castle is the journal of 17-year old Cassandra Mortmain, who lives with her eccentric family in a crumbling English castle in the countryside in the 1930s.
The Mortmains are dirt-poor but such characters! Cassandra’s father (she calls him Mortmain) is something of a one-hit wonder writer. His first book, “Jacob Wrestling” was a big hit in the past decade, prompting him to move his family to the countryside for inspiration, although it never came — he has a ten-year old case of writer’s block. The Mortmains have a 40-year lease on the castle, but over the years, they have had to sell off all the good furniture just so they can buy food.
Cassandra’s mother has passed away early on, so her father remarries the young Topaz, who is well-meaning but flighty. She is a model who poses nude for artists, and habitually “communes with nature” (er, frolics in the meadow) in nothing but hipboots.
Cassandra’s elder sister, Rose, is the family beauty (golden haired and rosy-cheeked) who despairs of being poor and wants to hook a rich husband (her main fantasy is to live in a Jane Austen novel). Their younger brother, Thomas, is often away at school on a scholarship courtesy of the local vicar, and although he doesn’t appear often, he is quite endearing as well.
The family also includes Stephen Colly, the son of one of their old servants, who continues to help out around the house even though they have nothing to pay him and he ends up getting a job outside to contribute towards the family budget. Stephen also happens to be in love with Cassandra, but unfortunately, Cassandra loves him like a brother.
Finally, there is the snowy-white bull terrier Heloise, who rounds out the family picture.
Things change for the family one fateful night, in a rather comical episode. Rose is overcome with despair about being poor, and attempts to do a Faust by hauling herself up on a pulley to wish upon the gargoyle mounted high on their kitchen fireplace. That same night, they meet the Cottons — the rich family who are now the landlords to the castle, including their two bachelor sons, Neil and Simon.
I will have to stop there before I reveal any more of the story, but more amusing episodes follow, and even as I’m writing this, I can’t help but laugh at the memory — the bathtub confrontation, the fur incident, the two wireless radios, the lockup in the tower… Equally plentiful are the sigh-inducing moments that make the book a throwback to 19th century English novels like Pride and Prejudice, Wuthering Heights, and Jane Eyre.
Cassandra and Rose also remind me of the March girls in Little Women, especially when they had to dress up for dinner at the Cottons’. Rose reminds me of Meg and Jo, when they had to go to a party and had to make do with shabby gowns. The sisters also keep an old dress form in their room, christened as “Miss Blossom,” whom they pour their hearts out to whenever they’re troubled.
A heroine like no other
I Capture the Castle is one of this century’s most beloved novels, and now I know why — Cassandra Mortmain can charm the socks off a stone monument!
“I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. That is, my feet are in it; the rest of me is on the draining-board, which I have padded with our dog’s blanket and the tea-cosy.”
This is how the novel begins, and it sets the tone for the rest of the story. It’s Cassandra’s voice that is the cornerstone of this book, and it reveals a guileless, intelligent, and feisty teenage girl, one of the most fascinating characters I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading about.
She says the most original things, and outside of EM Forster’s A Room with a View, I don’t think I’ve ever read so many lines that spoke to me all in one book! Most of the lines that struck a chord with me in this book were Cassandra’s random thoughts — some plain amusing, some thought-provoking, and others just overflowing with emotion. Her uncanny wit and sharp perception make the book such a delightful read.
Here are some of my favorite lines from the book:
On life:
“Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.”
“Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.”
“I wonder if there isn’t a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?”
“I should rather like to tear these last pages out of the book. Shall I? No-a journal ought not to cheat.”
On contemplation:
“Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.”
“I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring.”
“I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious…”
“I have noticed that when things happen in one’s imaginings, they never happen in one’s life.”
On family:
“The family, that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor in our innermost hearts never quite wish to.”
On writing:
“I only want to write. And there’s no college for that except life.”
“Only half a page left now. Shall I fill it with ‘I love you, I love you’– like father’s page of cats on the mat? No. Even a broken heart doesn’t warrant a waste of good paper.”
I hope these beautiful lines tempt you to read the book, because I don’t know anyone else who has read it, and I’d love to talk about the book with someone :)
There is a 2003 movie on the book, but I’m afraid to watch it because it might ruin the book for me. If anyone has watched it, please let me know how you found it, especially if you’ve read the book too.
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My copy: trade paperback, bought at Book Sale for P170 (yes, I shelled out P170 at Book Sale for this — so much worth it!)
My rating: 5/5 stars
Marcy Lewis is thirteen, thinks she looks like a blimp, and has no friends. Misunderstood, overweight, and convinced that she’ll never get a date, Marcy Lewis wants nothing more than to be “normal.” Until she meets Ms. Finney, an outspoken English teacher with an eccentric teaching method that rubs the principal the wrong way. Ms. Finney’s dismissal from the school propels Marcy to defend Ms. Finney, and provides a way for Marcy to reexamine what’s important to her and to stand up for what she believes in.
The Cat Ate My Gymsuit is really one of those classic reads.
I don’t understand why there aren’t more good books for children today than there have been in the past decades. There are a lot of titles for kids today, and some of them are really good, outstanding even, but the rest seem to be moneymaking schemes by publishers who produce books that are more flash than substance.
Some are downright crappy (Chasing Vermeer), or skanky (Gossip Girl), and then everything else seems to have hopped on the bandwagon of fantasy to create just another witch and wizard/dragon/time travel novel.
But when I was growing up, there seemed to be no lack of good books to read — Judy Blume, Roald Dahl, Beverly Cleary, Carolyn Keene… and even one book wonders wrote great stuff! I get nostalgic just thinking about it.
The fantasy genre back then was reserved for the really good ones. What’s amazing is that the rest of the books were simply about kids and their lives, everyday adventures, and dealing with issues that concerned them — something that seems to be lacking in books today.
Just imagine, back in the 70’s Paula Danziger was writing about weight insecurities and Judy Blume was dealing with divorce, coping with the loss of a loved one, and premarital sex. It’s weird that in the supposedly more liberated world that we live in today, the books children read don’t have more substance when they barely even get to read books because of the distractions of modern technology. No wonder they’re growing up spoiled.
Ok, so this was more of a diatribe than a review, hehe. But really, I just miss books from the good old days.
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My copy: trade paperback from Book Sale
My rating: 4/5 stars