I need to knock out reviews even faster and all four of the following books are from my personal library. There's really not all that much I have to say about them, so it makes sense to keep them brief. Mini time!
The Four Seasons: Japanese Haiku Second Series is just what it sounds and looks like - a slim volume of carefully-selected and translated Haiku poetry. There's a nice little 2-page "Note on Japanese Haiku" which talks about the poetic form and describes the known masters whose poetry are most frequently quoted in the book. At 61 pages, The Four Seasons is the kind of book that you can gobble down in 30 minutes, if you so desire. But, I prefer to read poetry slowly and let it roll around in my head.
The Four Seasons was published in 1958 by Peter Pauper Press. My copy is definitely showing it's age, but it's the kind of book you want to hold onto to reread. Some of the haiku verses are funny, some sad, some thoughtful. It's a nice selection. This is one of my favorites:
I particularly love Haiku that makes me smile. If you love Haiku and can find a copy, this is a great little book.
The Faithful Gardener by Clarissa Pinkola Estes is another quick read, only 81 pages long, published by HarperCollins in 1995. When I finished the book and set it down, I remember thinking it was going to be hard to describe but I'll do my best. The author says The Faithful Gardener is a book of stories within stories, much like Russian Matryoshka dolls and, yes, it is definitely that. But, the basic framework is the tale of her family's storytelling tradition and her education in storytelling at the knees of her family members blended with their terrifying history and how they emigrated to start a new life.
An uncle was among one of the people who were closest to the author and who helped teach her the importance of stories to understanding life. Many of the author's family members were killed by the Nazis; her uncle was among those who survived and fled to the U.S.
At one point, the U.S. Government takes over some of the family's land by eminent domain, which sends Uncle into despair because the taking of everything he owned was the beginning of horror at the hands of the Nazis. What Pinkola Estes' uncle does to restore the land and his soul is deeply moving. Highly recommended to lovers of stories (which pretty much covers everyone reading this, right?) and those who are interested in WWII.
I bought The Four Seasons and The Faithful Gardener at the Mississippi College Library's awesome book sale, a few weeks ago. My check was written out to "M C Library" but I wrote the "c" smaller than the "M" and "L", so it looks like I made the check out to "McLibrary". Haha. There's a concept.
I have almost nothing to say about The Best Christmas Pageant Ever by Barbara Robinson, a reread and another short one, originally published in 1972 (and there's a movie, but I haven't seen it). My copy was published by HarperCollins. You've probably read it. If you haven't, you should. The Best Christmas Pageant Ever is one of the cutest Christmas stories I've ever read. A family of wild children takes over all the major roles in an annual church Christmas pageant when one of the children hears that doughnuts are served at church. The Best Christmas Pageant Ever is a riot, but at the same time it manages to be sweet and touching without landing in "totally sappy" territory. I love it and will continue to reread it at Christmas, when the mood strikes me. Also, I discovered I cannot spell "pageant" without really focusing.
Last, but not least, is a book that looks Christmasy but really isn't:
The Cat Who Came Back for Christmas by Julia Romp was an impulse purchase. I tell myself I'm not impulsive when it comes to books (I don't pre-order and almost never go running out to buy a book on its release date) but I lie to myself. Sam's Wholesale Club is my downfall. I should never walk down the book aisles.
More suitably titled "A Friend Like Ben" in Great Britain, The Cat Who Came Back for Christmas is as much about the author's experience raising an autistic child as it is about how the cat, Ben (nicknamed "Baboo"), broke through young George's shell and helped him learn to socialize. It is also about the cat's disappearance, although that happens toward the end of the book. When author Julia Romp and her son George went to Egypt with a friend on their very first vacation ever, the cat disappeared. The author details her search and how George regressed during the cat's absence. Fortunately, as the title indicates, The Cat Who Came Back for Christmas does have a happy ending.
I love cat stories, of course, so I really enjoyed The Cat Who Came Back for Christmas, but do be aware that it's more of a memoir than a Christmas story. If you're an animal lover, you won't care. I definitely recommend the book, although it's not one I'll hang onto for a reread. I would happily frame that kitten cover, though. That is not actually Ben on the cover, incidentally. If you google an image search of the author, you'll get to see the real Ben. The Cat Who Came Back for Christmas was published in the U.K. in 2010 but was just released in the US in October of 2012, published by Plume, an imprint of Penguin.
Woot! 4 down! Are we having fun, or what?
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Thursday, November 29, 2012
Friday, November 02, 2012
Fiona Friday - Just watching TV . . . and another update
I don't know where the time is going, really I don't. Last weekend, we had the entire family here, as I mentioned over the weekend. Fiona actually seemed to enjoy having a house full of people and even acted a little bit sad after everyone left, although she did occasionally hide when the dog came in from the backyard. Fi is gradually becoming my lap cat. I'm very thrilled about that.
Isabel really disliked feeling obligated to retreat to the closet and occasionally emerged as far as the master bedroom long enough to bat a jingle ball around. At night, she contentedly slept beside my feet. The moment everyone left, she was out and about. She's a skittish girl -- probably for good reason. She was a rescue and judging from where she was found, Izzy was likely dumped from a vehicle. But, she's slowly gaining trust and now lets me pick her up and pet her without squealing. She's just wary of strangers.
We spent a lot of time on the patio/deck of our new house, went out to eat once, ate buffet style another time, and went for a walk in the Cypress Swamp on the Natchez Trace. It was a great weekend. This is one of my shots of the Cypress Swamp, where the leaves are just beginning to turn:
On Wednesday, Kiddo's girlfriend, C, came over to "help" hand out the Halloween candy (she really did the work while I kept her company). C's going to be a teacher and it shows on Halloween. She asked almost everyone, "Who do we have here?" and then said, "What do you say?" It's absolutely amazing how few of the kids we've had the past two years knew the words "trick or treat". C often had to prompt them and even then most of the kids, when asked what to say, replied, "Thank you?" One said, "Um . . . pleaaaase?"
Unfortunately, we had several hundred trick-or-treaters but we stocked up too much and ended up with one super-sized bag of candy left over at the house and another that C took off our hands. Usually, I just throw the candy away. I hate to do that, but we certainly don't need to eat it. I suppose it's just a matter of pep-talking myself about throwing away something I don't need, which feels just a bit like burning money.
In reading news:
I finished reading The Longest Way Home by Andrew McCarthy and absolutely loved it. The end even made me a bit teary. If you are a fan of travel memoirs, jump on this one. It's excellent. I hope to get around to reviewing The Longest Way Home, soon.
Speaking of reviews:
I honestly have not felt like writing at all, hence my absence. Sometimes I just have to step away for a while. I'm not going to go on hiatus. I'll just write when I feel like it. In the meantime, I have joined National Novel Writing Month. So, at least I'm writing fiction, if nothing else.
Back to reading:
I'm currently reading The Count of Monte Cristo for The Estella Society's read-along. The Count of Monte Cristo has long been one of my favorite books and I've read it repeatedly. So, I was a little stunned when I opened the book, last night, and realized it had the word "abridged" on the cover in tiny print. WHAT? I've been reading an abridged version, all these years? My copy is so old and battered that I've actually covered it with clear Contact paper to help preserve it. I suppose it won't hurt to replace the book with an unabridged version, but I'm still shocked that I never even noticed the word "abridged" on the cover. In my defense, the print is tiny and the color is close to that of the Count's coat, so it's easy to overlook that one little word.
Recent arrivals:
I think it's been nearly 3 weeks since I mentioned arrivals other than the purchases I made at last week's book sale. Books are not arriving as regularly as they used to. I'm so far behind on reading the books off my ARC stacks that I can't remember the last time I requested a book. One review book arrived, last week, but it's been a while since I requested it. Recently walked in:
The Cat Who Came Back for Christmas by Julia Romp - an impulse purchase
Miss Buncle Married by D. E. Stevenson - for review from Sourcebooks (the single request book that has arrived)
Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller - purchased used at a store that specializes in old vinyl record albums
Cooking at Home on Rue Tatin by Susan Herrmann Loomis - from Paperback Swap
Spot the Animals and
1-2-3 Dinosaur's Bite - both illustrated by Steve Jenkins and unsolicited arrivals from Sterling Kids (they're great -- will review them as soon as I can get myself to sit down long enough to write a string of review posts)
The Walnut Tree by Charles Todd - Accidentally pre-ordered while in an Ambien haze. Ambien should be outlawed (but, darn it, sometimes I need help sleeping!)
How to Talk About Books You Haven't Read by Pierre Bayard - purchased for F2F Book Club and the day it showed up, I realized I won't be able to make it to the November meeting (but it looks fun, so I'll read the book)
The Secret Keeper by Kate Morton - sent by my delightful and generous friend, Tammy
In other news:
We joined a gym. It's huge -- three stories including two swimming pools (one for laps; one a "therapy" pool, as it's associated with a hospital), a cold bath and jacuzzi, an indoor track, tons of plated and free weights, a spinning room, two basketball courts, two racquetball courts, a class room (for Zumba, yoga, etc.), one pool table and one ping-pong table. I actually prefer the smaller gym in our former town. Unfortunately, it's just too far to drive on a daily basis and I desperately need some kind of routine. I miss the ladies and it will take some time to get used to our new gym, but there's no denying it's one rocking fine facility.
This week's Haiku:
And, the reason I chose this week's Haiku (which I hear people didn't appreciate during Hurricane Sandy, since the full moon only made tidal issues worse):
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