Nature & Books belong to the eyes that see them.
- Emerson
July 7, 2019
The Girl He Used to Know
The Girl He Used to Know by Tracey Garvis Graves
Fiction
2019 St. Martin's Press
Finished on July 1, 2019
Rating: 2/5 (Meh)
Publisher's Blurb:
Annika (rhymes with Monica) Rose is an English major at the University of Illinois. Anxious in social situations where she finds most people's behavior confusing, she'd rather be surrounded by the order and discipline of books or the quiet solitude of playing chess.
Jonathan Hoffman joined the chess club and lost his first game--and his heart--to the shy and awkward, yet brilliant and beautiful Annika. He admires her ability to be true to herself, quirks and all, and accepts the challenges involved in pursuing a relationship with her. Jonathan and Annika bring out the best in each other, finding the confidence and courage within themselves to plan a future together. What follows is a tumultuous yet tender love affair that withstands everything except the unforeseen tragedy that forces them apart, shattering their connection and leaving them to navigate their lives alone.
Now, a decade later, fate reunites Annika and Jonathan in Chicago. She's living the life she wanted as a librarian. He's a Wall Street whiz, recovering from a divorce and seeking a fresh start. The attraction and strong feelings they once shared are instantly rekindled, but until they confront the fears and anxieties that drove them apart, their second chance will end before it truly begins.
I spotted a give-away for an ARC of this book on either Goodreads or Shelf Awareness and although I've never read anything by Graves, I thought the premise of the novel sounded like something I might enjoy (maybe something along the lines of The Rosie Project, which I loved.) I was excited when I won the ARC and added it to the stack of books I hauled to Washington on our last road trip. I've been reading a lot of Louise Penny's mysteries but decided it was time for a change, so I started in on this one. A few blogger friends gave it very high praise (5-star reviews), so I was looking forward to a great read. Unfortunately, I didn't care for the bland writing (far too much telling and not showing) or the flat characters and only finished because it was a quick, albeit boring read. I will say that the last chapters grabbed my attention, but that dramatic plotline seemed out of place and somewhat gratuitous. No heartstrings were tugged and no tears were shed. I'm definitely in the minority, as both Amazon and Goodreads show a 4+ star rating for this novel, but this was not for me and it will take a lot to convince me to try another by this author.
I received a complimentary copy of this book. All opinions are my own.
July 6, 2019
A Month in Summary - June 2019
Montasano, Washington
June 2019
Good grief! Where did June go?? We did have house guests (my youngest brother and his family from Nebraska) for several days at the beginning of the month and took a week-long camping trip at the end of the month, so I guess between all of that and the usual activities of yoga, pickleball, book club and mahjong, the days zipped by. I also spent a couple of days visiting my eye doctor who has diagnosed me with "the garden variety" of glaucoma (open-angle, or wide-angle, glaucoma). I have to admit, I was a little stunned with this news, but am thankful that the treatment is as simple as applying one drop of Latanoprost (in each eye) every night before going to bed. I've already tested the drops in one eye for the past two weeks and the pressure in that eye has dropped considerably. As you might recall, I had a bout of vertigo for a few days last month. Between the vertigo and glaucoma, I feel like the universe is telling me I'm no longer in my thirties, even though my brain thinks otherwise! Thankfully, none of this has affected my reading.
Books Read in June (click on titles for my review):
Hunted on the Fens by Joy Ellis
Bury Your Dead by Louise Penny
A Trick of the Light by Louise Penny
The Beautiful Mystery by Louise Penny
Dear Mrs. Bird by A.J. Pearce
First Lines:
DS Joseph Easter's eyes snapped open. Instantly he was wide awake and experiencing a rush of automatic reactions left over from his years as a special ops soldier. (Hunted on the Fens)
Up the stairs they raced, taking them two at a time, trying to be as quiet as possible. Gamache struggled to keep his breathing steady, as though he was sitting at home, as though he had not a care in the world. (Bury Your Dead)
Oh, no, no, no, thought Clara Morrow as she walked toward the closed doors. (A Trick of the Light)
In the early nineteenth century the Catholic Church realized it had a problem. Perhaps, it must be admitted, more than one. But the problem that preoccupied it at that moment had to with the Divine Office. This consisted of eight times in the daily life of a Catholic community when chants were sung. Plainchant. Gregorian chant. Simple songs sung by humble monks. (The Beautiful Mystery)
When I first saw the advertisement in the newspaper I thought I might actually burst. Id' had rather a cheerful day so far despite the Luftwaffe annoying everyone by making us all late for work, and then I'd managed to get hold of an onion, which was very good news for stew. But when I saw the announcement, I could not have been more cock-a-hoop. (Dear Mrs. Bird)
Podcasts:
I listen to a lot of audio books, but for some reason have never gotten into podcasts. Until now. My friend Nan (Letters from a Hill Farm) wrote about the following podcast here and I was intrigued, so I download the Stitcher app to my phone and began listening. I couldn't stop. Now that I've finished that podcast, I've added many more to my "favorites" and will share more of these in my monthly summaries. Thanks so much, Nan! It was a compelling story, to say the least!
Bear Brook on New Hampshire Public Radio - Two barrels, four bodies, and an enigmatic killer. The cold case that changed the way murders will be investigated forever.
Movies and TV Series:
House, MD - Season 8 - Finished! While I enjoyed watching this entire series for a second time, I am more than happy to be finished. Two episodes of House almost every night became less enjoyable as the weeks and months went by. We started watching in late 2018!
Game of Thrones - Season 3 - I need a cheat sheet to keep track of all the characters (dead and alive!).
The Night Manager - We watched another episode while on our camping trip and I like it, but it's not a favorite.
Visitors:
My brother and his family came out for a visit from Lincoln, Nebraska! They're regular visitors to Depoe Bay, so we didn't do quite as much sightseeing as we would with new visitors. We hiked Cape Kiwanda (Pacific City), explored tide pools and the four of them went whale watching and got "fluked!" Maddie just turned 17 (!) and Emily will be 15 this fall. Time does fly!
Outings & Trips:
Cape Kiwanda
Pacific City, Oregon
Rod and I took a quick week-long road trip back to a newly discovered campground in Washington. We spent a few days at Friends Landing back in April when we were on a three-week road trip in Washington and enjoyed ourselves so much, we decided to go back. We don't usually like to camp during the summer months when the campgrounds are crowded and noisy, but we took a chance on this spot since it only has 18 sites. We weren't disappointed! There's a playground at the entrance of the park, so any noise from young children is far enough away that it's not an annoyance. There isn't much to do other than relax and fish so, unlike a lot of state campgrounds (especially those near the beach), this one is relatively quiet. It started to fill up on Thursday afternoon, but even at full capacity, it was peaceful. We loved being near the lake, watching the eagles soar above and listening to the loons calling to one another in the evening. We'll definitely return anytime we're headed back to the Olympic Peninsula!
His happy place.
No neighbors for a few days!
Gorgeous wildflowers.
My TBR shelf in the RV.
Happy Hour!
It wasn't hot, but we put the awning out
to keep our chairs dry, as it did rain a couple of times.
We love campfires!
A gorgeous afternoon.
Another happy hour!
Love the atmosphere as the fog begins to lift.
Once I've finished with all of my posts for our Texas road trip, I'll start writing about some of these other trips we've taken. I'm finally in a good spot with my book reviews, but travel posts are lagging far behind!
July 5, 2019
Looking Back - Angela's Ashes
Looking Back... In an effort to transfer my book journal entries over to this blog, I'm going to attempt to post (in chronological order) an entry every Friday. I may or may not add extra commentary to what I jotted down in these journals.
Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt
Memoir
1996 Scribner
Finished in September 1998
Rating: 4/5 (Very Good)
Publisher's Blurb:
Imbued on every page with Frank McCourt's astounding humor and compassion. This is a glorious book that bears all the marks of a classic.
"When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I managed to survive at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood."
So begins the Pulitzer Prize winning memoir of Frank McCourt, born in Depression-era Brooklyn to recent Irish immigrants and raised in the slums of Limerick, Ireland. Frank's mother, Angela, has no money to feed the children since Frank's father, Malachy, rarely works, and when he does he drinks his wages. Yet Malachy-- exasperating, irresponsible and beguiling-- does nurture in Frank an appetite for the one thing he can provide: a story. Frank lives for his father's tales of Cuchulain, who saved Ireland, and of the Angel on the Seventh Step, who brings his mother babies.
Perhaps it is story that accounts for Frank's survival. Wearing rags for diapers, begging a pig's head for Christmas dinner and gathering coal from the roadside to light a fire, Frank endures poverty, near-starvation and the casual cruelty of relatives and neighbors--yet lives to tell his tale with eloquence, exuberance and remarkable forgiveness.
Angela's Ashes, imbued on every page with Frank McCourt's astounding humor and compassion, is a glorious book that bears all the marks of a classic.
My Original Notes (1998):
This was a very good book, yet quite depressing. I kept hoping the McCourt's lives would improve with time, but they lived (and died) in terrible living conditions. Terribly sad!
My Current Thoughts:
I remember that not only was this a depressing read but, at times, also pretty funny. Would I read it again? Probably not. I gave my copy away, so I must have known it was too bleak to read more than once.
Memoir
1996 Scribner
Finished in September 1998
Rating: 4/5 (Very Good)
Publisher's Blurb:
Imbued on every page with Frank McCourt's astounding humor and compassion. This is a glorious book that bears all the marks of a classic.
"When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I managed to survive at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood."
So begins the Pulitzer Prize winning memoir of Frank McCourt, born in Depression-era Brooklyn to recent Irish immigrants and raised in the slums of Limerick, Ireland. Frank's mother, Angela, has no money to feed the children since Frank's father, Malachy, rarely works, and when he does he drinks his wages. Yet Malachy-- exasperating, irresponsible and beguiling-- does nurture in Frank an appetite for the one thing he can provide: a story. Frank lives for his father's tales of Cuchulain, who saved Ireland, and of the Angel on the Seventh Step, who brings his mother babies.
Perhaps it is story that accounts for Frank's survival. Wearing rags for diapers, begging a pig's head for Christmas dinner and gathering coal from the roadside to light a fire, Frank endures poverty, near-starvation and the casual cruelty of relatives and neighbors--yet lives to tell his tale with eloquence, exuberance and remarkable forgiveness.
Angela's Ashes, imbued on every page with Frank McCourt's astounding humor and compassion, is a glorious book that bears all the marks of a classic.
My Original Notes (1998):
This was a very good book, yet quite depressing. I kept hoping the McCourt's lives would improve with time, but they lived (and died) in terrible living conditions. Terribly sad!
My Current Thoughts:
I remember that not only was this a depressing read but, at times, also pretty funny. Would I read it again? Probably not. I gave my copy away, so I must have known it was too bleak to read more than once.
Labels:
4/5,
Books Read in 1998,
Looking Back,
Memoir,
New-To-Me Author,
Nonfiction
July 3, 2019
July 2, 2019
Green Valley, AZ
Monday, October 8, 2018
Willcox to Green Valley, Arizona
Maggie & Dick's Hacienda
Distance: 113 miles
Duration: 2 nights
In addition to exploring the country (camping in state and national parks or boondocking on BLM land), one of the big factors in purchasing an RV was the ability to visit friends and family without having to travel by plane. We have done so much flying over the years and we would much rather enjoy the scenery from the ground, on our own schedule, rather than be at the mercy of the airlines. After our fun-filled visit with our Texas friends (whom we knew when we all lived in Lincoln), we were looking forward to spending some time with some more friends from Lincoln.
We probably could've skipped our night in Willcox, but after boondocking for a few days we both wanted to get hot showers before arriving in Green Valley. Our drive was uneventful (and not terribly windy) and we made good time, arriving in time for a delicious lunch at Maggie & Dick's. Green Valley is an unincorporated retirement community 20 miles south of Tuscon. Our friends have a lovely home with a great view of the Santa Rita Mountains
October is a great time to visit Green Valley. The monsoon season has passed and the temps are no longer above 110! We enjoyed drinks on the patio, followed by a delicious meal prepared by our wonderful hosts. It may sound like all we did was eat and drink, but we had a great day reconnecting with our dear friends from Nebraska.
Willcox to Green Valley, Arizona
Maggie & Dick's Hacienda
Distance: 113 miles
Duration: 2 nights
In addition to exploring the country (camping in state and national parks or boondocking on BLM land), one of the big factors in purchasing an RV was the ability to visit friends and family without having to travel by plane. We have done so much flying over the years and we would much rather enjoy the scenery from the ground, on our own schedule, rather than be at the mercy of the airlines. After our fun-filled visit with our Texas friends (whom we knew when we all lived in Lincoln), we were looking forward to spending some time with some more friends from Lincoln.
We probably could've skipped our night in Willcox, but after boondocking for a few days we both wanted to get hot showers before arriving in Green Valley. Our drive was uneventful (and not terribly windy) and we made good time, arriving in time for a delicious lunch at Maggie & Dick's. Green Valley is an unincorporated retirement community 20 miles south of Tuscon. Our friends have a lovely home with a great view of the Santa Rita Mountains
After lunch and relaxing for a bit, we drove down to Tubac (an artists' colony 20 miles south of Green Valley) where we had the most excellent margaritas at Wisdom's DOS. The tacos smelled great, but we already had plans for dinner. Next time!
My pictures don't do this sunset justice. It was spectacular!
October is a great time to visit Green Valley. The monsoon season has passed and the temps are no longer above 110! We enjoyed drinks on the patio, followed by a delicious meal prepared by our wonderful hosts. It may sound like all we did was eat and drink, but we had a great day reconnecting with our dear friends from Nebraska.
Labels:
Arizona,
Green Valley,
Maggie & Dick,
Road Trip,
Road Trip Fall 2018,
Texas Road Trip,
Tubac
June 30, 2019
Faywood, NM (City of Rocks) to Willcox, AZ
Sunday, October 7, 2018
Faywood, New Mexico to Willcox, Arizona
Grande Vista RV Park
Distance: 165 miles
Cost: $40
Duration: 1 night
Weather: Humid and stormy
We woke to a cloudy morning with a storm brewing off in the distance. After checking the weather report, it looked like we were in for some wind and thunderstorms on our drive west. I walked around the park before breakfast, feeling sad that we had to leave such a cool campground. One more day would have been nice.
We hit the road before 10:00 and it was very windy! We saw lots of signs along the highway, warning of high winds and dust storms. We only had to travel 165 miles, but it was a stressful drive. We stopped for some beef jerky, but the rest of the drive was pretty boring (when I wasn't terrified of being blown off the road!).
Thankfully, we didn't have to worry about anyone slamming into the back of us in a dust storm! Phew.
We arrived at the RV park mid-afternoon and didn't do much of anything other than relax and read. The sky got very dark, but we only had a few sprinkles, although the temperature dropped quite a bit, which was nice.
Grande Vista RV Park isn't anything special, especially for $40 a night. Full-hookups, level gravel pads, showers, laundry, WiFi, picnic tables, but not terribly attractive. Good for an overnight, but I wouldn't want to stay any longer.
Faywood, New Mexico to Willcox, Arizona
Grande Vista RV Park
Distance: 165 miles
Cost: $40
Duration: 1 night
Weather: Humid and stormy
We woke to a cloudy morning with a storm brewing off in the distance. After checking the weather report, it looked like we were in for some wind and thunderstorms on our drive west. I walked around the park before breakfast, feeling sad that we had to leave such a cool campground. One more day would have been nice.
Another pretty view out our bedroom window.
Here comes the sun!
We hit the road before 10:00 and it was very windy! We saw lots of signs along the highway, warning of high winds and dust storms. We only had to travel 165 miles, but it was a stressful drive. We stopped for some beef jerky, but the rest of the drive was pretty boring (when I wasn't terrified of being blown off the road!).
Pretty ominous clouds in the rear view mirror.
Welcome to Arizona!
Dust beginning to blow on the left side of the highway.
Thankfully, we didn't have to worry about anyone slamming into the back of us in a dust storm! Phew.
Getting closer to San Diego!
We arrived at the RV park mid-afternoon and didn't do much of anything other than relax and read. The sky got very dark, but we only had a few sprinkles, although the temperature dropped quite a bit, which was nice.
Grande Vista RV Park isn't anything special, especially for $40 a night. Full-hookups, level gravel pads, showers, laundry, WiFi, picnic tables, but not terribly attractive. Good for an overnight, but I wouldn't want to stay any longer.
June 29, 2019
Dear Mrs. Bird
Dear Mrs. Bird by AJ Pearce
Fiction
2018 Scribner
Finished on June 27, 2019
Rating: 2/5 (Fair)
Publisher's Blurb:
A charming, irresistible debut novel set in London during World War II about an adventurous young woman who becomes a secret advice columnist—a warm, funny, and enormously moving story for fans of The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society and Lilac Girls.
London 1940, bombs are falling. Emmy Lake is Doing Her Bit for the war effort, volunteering as a telephone operator with the Auxiliary Fire Services. When Emmy sees an advertisement for a job at the London Evening Chronicle, her dreams of becoming a Lady War Correspondent seem suddenly achievable. But the job turns out to be typist to the fierce and renowned advice columnist, Henrietta Bird. Emmy is disappointed, but gamely bucks up and buckles down.
Mrs Bird is very clear: Any letters containing Unpleasantness—must go straight in the bin. But when Emmy reads poignant letters from women who are lonely, may have Gone Too Far with the wrong men and found themselves in trouble, or who can’t bear to let their children be evacuated, she is unable to resist responding. As the German planes make their nightly raids, and London picks up the smoldering pieces each morning, Emmy secretly begins to write letters back to the women of all ages who have spilled out their troubles.
Prepare to fall head over heels with Emmy and her best friend, Bunty, who are spirited and gutsy, even in the face of events that bring a terrible blow. As the bombs continue to fall, the irrepressible Emmy keeps writing, and readers are transformed by AJ Pearce’s hilarious, heartwarming, and enormously moving tale of friendship, the kindness of strangers, and ordinary people in extraordinary times.
I wish I could remember where I first read about this novel, as I would like to go back and read whatever it was that inspired me to buy a copy for my mom for Christmas last year. I was eager to read it once she was finished and after seeing that it was recommended to fans of The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society and Lilac Girls, I was looking forward to a great read. Unfortunately, it was all I could do to finish Pearce's trite story. The writing lacks depth and the overabundant use of capitalized phrases (Bunty said rather too quickly that the army always let you know if something awful had happened so No News Is Good News and then Bill took up the baton and said Don't You Worry, Emmy, Edmund is Made of Very Stern Stuff) was not only a distraction but an annoying method to emphasize a thought or statement. Too sweet, too predictable and dare I say too boring. I couldn't wait to finish and move on to something more compelling.
Labels:
2/5,
2019,
British,
Debut,
fiction,
New-To-Me Author,
World War II
June 28, 2019
Looking Back - Your Oasis on Flame Lake
Looking Back... In an effort to transfer my book journal entries over to this blog, I'm going to attempt to post (in chronological order) an entry every Friday. I may or may not add extra commentary to what I jotted down in these journals.
Your Oasis on Flame Lake by Lorna Landvik
Fiction
1998 Ballantine Books
Finished in August 1998
Rating: 4.5/5 (Very Good)
Publisher's Blurb:
Best friends fast approaching forty in the small Minnesota town of Flame Lake, Devera and BiDi were recently voted "Least Changed" at their twentieth high school reunion- a label neither one finds very appealing. For each craves a change in her life: Devera desires a break from her humdrum marital routine; BiDi longs to reconnect with her distant fourteen-year-old daughter (the only girl on the high school hockey team), not to mention jump-start a sex drive stuck in neutral. So when Devera's husband decides to fulfill his longtime dream of opening a nightclub in his basement, Your Oasis on Flame Lake arrives not a moment too soon. Nothing fancy, it is just a BYOB joint where you can hang out, sing, dance, tell jokes, and be yourself. But then an unexpected crisis throws both families into chaos, forcing them all to take stock of their lives and learn the power of forgiveness.
My Original Notes (1998):
This is a great book! Even better than Patty Jane's House of Curl. Wonderful characters. It reminded me a little bit of Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Funny and sad. I'll certainly read her next book!
My Current Thoughts:
I'm surprised that I have no memory of this novel, in spite of my high rating. I don't own a copy of the book anymore, but it might be fun to listen to it on audio especially since the author is the reader.
Your Oasis on Flame Lake by Lorna Landvik
Fiction
1998 Ballantine Books
Finished in August 1998
Rating: 4.5/5 (Very Good)
Publisher's Blurb:
My Original Notes (1998):
This is a great book! Even better than Patty Jane's House of Curl. Wonderful characters. It reminded me a little bit of Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Funny and sad. I'll certainly read her next book!
My Current Thoughts:
I'm surprised that I have no memory of this novel, in spite of my high rating. I don't own a copy of the book anymore, but it might be fun to listen to it on audio especially since the author is the reader.
Labels:
4.5/5,
Books Read in 1998,
fiction,
Looking Back,
Lorna Landvik
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