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These are the Books I Give for Every Baby Shower or Birth

I first heard of Mrs. Nelson’s Toy & Book Shop when it won the Parnell Award last year.  The Parnell Award is given to bookstores that excel in promoting books to young people.  After stopping by last month, it’s clear why they won.  The store is stocked with great books and toys for newborns to YA readers.  I enjoyed walking through the picture book section, it brought back memories of wonderful hours spent reading to my kids. I noticed that since my kids have passed this stage, I tend to gravitate toward the books that were our favorites rather than explore any new books.  So I’ll use this platform to pitch my two favorite children’s books, the ones I give at every baby shower:  Time for Bed by Mem Fox, illustrated by Jane Dyer and Chicka Chicka Boom Boom by Bill Martin Jr., John Archambault and Louis Ehlert.

Time for Bed is a story of parent animals lulling their babies to sleep.  The singsong rhyme was perfect for calming down my sleepy, but squirrelly, toddlers.  Although primarily a bedtime book, we read it all through the day.  Each page gave me the opportunity to weave in animal noises for more rousing readings.  Between the stunning illustrations (I bought every book illustrated by Jane Dyer after this one) and the fun rhymes, neither my kids or their incredibly wonderful parents (somebody needs to say it) tired of reading it.

I can still recite most of Chicka Chicka Boom Boom. Oddly enough, what I tend to forget is the title.  Several times I have asked a bookseller, do you have “A told B and B told C, I’ll Read the rest of this entry »

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I noticed on my twitter feed this morning that it is Dr. Seuss’s birthday today.  Just his name makes me smile.  All day I tried to think of any other author who has accompanied me throughout my life, couldn’t come up with one.

My mother can still recite secctions of Green Eggs and Ham because she read it to me so many times when I was young.  I don’t remember that as much, but the phrase “I don’t like green eggs and ham” was a constant refrain in my childhood. Someone in the family said in response to something unpleasant.  Brussel sprouts comes to mind.  As an adult, attending a fancy dinner party when someone turned up his nose at the latest, fancy food concoction, I reacted with “I don’t like green eggs and ham.”  The response was smile, we all understand Sam-I-am.

A lawyer down the hall from me during my early law associate years collected Dr. Seuss books.  Without having any children of his own, he signed up for the monthly mailing of two new book and had them delivered to the office.  I loved them.  More than once after a long day when it felt like everyone in the world was already home, I snuck into his office, pulled a brightly colored book off of his shelf, and rhymed my way through a personal pity party.  It’s hard to mope when The Cat in the Hat is your companion.

When my son was born, I signed up for the requisite monthly delivery.  I had no idea there were so many Dr. Seuss books!  And who was P.D. Eastman anyway?  When reading to a toddler, Read the rest of this entry »

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Why I Love JD Salinger

Kim gets news before I do.  So she shot me an email a few minutes ago, to tell me that JD Salinger had just died.  I’ve said to her in the past that his Nine Stories is probably my favorite book in the whole world, so she asked me if I wanted to write something about him, and maybe include my reasons for loving that book so much, since she didn’t have the same passion for it.  Salinger isn’t about Catcher in the Rye for me, I should be clear on that.  I read it once, didn’t like it, haven’t reread it.  But Nine Stories . . .

Best. Book. Ever.

How do you tell someone why a book gets to you on some deep emotional level?  It’s something both Kim and I have struggled with, I think, as we’ve written this blog and also tried to persuade each other to read certain books.  She loves Atonement; I couldn’t finish it (not because I didn’t like it, but because it was clearly going to be about someone making a false accusation and ruining someone’s life and I can’t bear that kind of a story.  The writing was beautiful).  Anyway, she tried to convince me to finish that and I never did.  So how can I convey to her how Nine Stories is more than just a collection of words to me?

It’s one of the books that made me want to be a writer, I know that much.  And I know that every time I write a patch of dialogue that feels real to me (not as often as I’d like), I think about JD Salinger and how no one has ever written more realistic dialogue, dialogue which sounds like what people might actually say–but resonates in ways that stay with you for a long time.

And then there’s the Glass family.  Or should I say, first and foremost, there’s the Glass family, who are more real to me than most of the people I know.  Seymour and Buddy and the twins and Franny and Zooey and Boo Boo.  Did I leave anyone out?  Probably.  They weave in and out of Nine Stories, sometimes front and center (“A Perfect Day for Bananafish”) sometimes off to the side but still influential (“Uncle Wiggly in Connecticut”).

Oh, god.   “Uncle Wiggly in Connecticut.”  What woman can read that story and not weep for what she thought her life was going to be as opposed to what it is?  In that story, Eloise remember being in love with Walt Glass (who died during the war) and then looks at her life now, married to a guy who’s nowhere near as sensitive or smart as Walt was.  Miserable, drunk, disgusted with what she’s become, she is suddenly, savagely cruel to her own daughter.  And then she says to her friend, desperately, tragically, “I was a nice girl . . .  wasn’t I?”

Well, now I’m crying.  Salinger has that affect on me.  Seven words, that’s all it took.  Seven words–something someone might actually say–and an entire tragic life is summed up, right there. Read the rest of this entry »

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One of the reasons independent bookstores are so important is that they 320_6447399provide a place to build and support community, more so than almost any other type of retailer.  We’ve discussed this various times on the blog and posted a list of what some stories around the country are doing to promote a sense of community.  Last week, Terri Cumbie of Dudley’s Bookstore and Cafe in Bend, OR shared this story that typifies what lovers of bookstores mean when they describe community:

I had something amazing happen in the shop last week….  I found a leather-bound copy of the Collected Works of Thoreau at a thrift store and put it in the window of my shop.  Some guy came in the store and was having coffee when a young woman came in and said she wanted to buy the Thoreau book but didn’t have any money today.  She wanted to know if I would hold it for her until the next day, which was no problem.  After she left, the man came up to the counter with the book in his hands and said he wanted to buy it for the young woman so she would be surprised the next day.  I asked him what I should do if she didn’t come back for it.  He said to give it to the next person who inquired about it.  Well, the young woman didn’t come back, and on the 4th day, I put it back in the window.  A young man came in with a dark cloud over his head, and asked about the Thoreau book.  I told him he was welcome to take it, as it had been bought as a gift by a previous customer.  He was so shocked!  He told me that he’d just gotten back to the States after spending a year in Peru with Patch Adams, painting/repairing some slums in a town along the Amazon River, and when he returned to the States, he was distressed at our wealth and how we seemed not to appreciate it.  And then he was given this book by a complete stranger.  He was so thankful and wrote a note to the man (who remained nameless).  I was so very honored to witness this.  It’s all about community, isn’t it?

Yes it is all about community!

If you have any bookstore stories you’d like to share, please tell us!

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Wherever I travel, both near and far, I read about the area I’m visiting while I’m there.  I find it adds depth to the visit.  When I read history, art history or current event books there is a direct relationship between where I’m at and what I’m reading.  But frequently I read for atmosphere, either by reading an author from the area or reading a novel located in my vacation spot. 

Fiction

This year our family vacation was in Italy.  All aspects of the trip were terrific from the anticipation, to the beautiful art everywhere you look, the food, the people, the lifestyle, and the reading.  We all read “Italian” books while we were there.  Idlewild Books helped pick out many of our reads through their Destination Kit service and others I found on my own.  Here’s a snapshot of what we read on the trains, planes, automobiles, and boats:


portofinoPortofino:  A Novel,
by Frank Schaeffer – A novel from the viewpoint of a tweener son of an evangelistic missionary family about their summers in Portofino.  My 15 year old son thought it was too over the top.  My 12 year old daughter loved it so much she practically has it memorized from re-reading.  (I’ve promised her that I will buy her the other two in the trilogy.)  I rarely laugh so hard reading a book, in fact I mortified my kids in the Rome airport because I couldn’t breathe and almost fell out of my chair laughing about the Witnessing Walnut.  I don’t know if people who aren’t Protestants with a slew of pastors and missionaries in their family will find it so funny.  This book was recommended to me by the owner of Between the Covers in Bend, OR and she was spot on.

room viewRoom with a View, by E.M. Forster – The quintessential novel of Florence, some people use it as travel guide.  I read the book right before arriving in Florence and then re-read the Florence part on the way home.  Of course the writing and story is terrific, but it was extra fun visualizing where the characters were walking and visiting.  I’ll always associate Santa Croce with the book and Giotto’s frescoes.

Pompeii, by Robert Harris – A perfect read before a day trip to Pompeii, the major historical facts are present along with enough story line and aqueduct information to make it a fun read.  Both my husband and I enjoyed it.

Imperium, by Robert Harris – A novel of Cicero and ancient Rome.  My husband read this book before we arrived in Rome and was able to tell us some fun facts as we toured the Forum area.

The Agony and the Ecstasy, by Irving Stone – The fictionalized biography of Michelangelo and his struggle to complete the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.  I read this after I returned from Italy twenty years ago, my son read it as we were traveling to Rome.  It’s long, he mentioned that hundreds of times.  He also avidly read it and didn’t complain near as much as I thought he would.  Between my historical knowledge of Michelangelo and his recent reading of The Agony and the Ecstasy, we had a lot of Michelangelo discussions as we viewed his art.

Clash of Civilizations Over an Elevator in Piazza Vittorio, by Amara Lakhous, Moscardino, by Enrico Pea, and Pinocchio, by Carlo Collodi – All of these books were written in Italian, we’ve talked about them in our Translated Tuesday summer series.  Reading books by authors from Italy gave a closer view of the culture.  I thought of Clash several times in Rome, a villa I visited in the countryside reminded me of the family home in Moscardino and my daughter and I were so glad we read the true Pinocchio when we saw the puppets all over Venice.

Non-Fiction

La Bella Figura, by Beppe Severgnini – A series of essays on the modern Italian.  This was a stretch for my 12 year old daughter, it’s probably her first “adult” read, but she read to me some very funny parts as we sat around waiting (which is always a big part of traveling).  My son loved it and laughed over and over again.  The parts I read were true but funny.  I still don’t understand why having cappuccino after 11AM is such a big deal.

Lives of the Artists, by Giorgio Vasari - The first art history book full of 500 year old gossip that is just as fun to read now as then (although much of it untrue).  I’ll be doing a separate review of the book for the Art History Challenge soon. 

A Journey Into Michelangelo’s Rome, by Angela K. Nickerson - Nice, brief overviews of the Michelangelo’s work in Rome (there’s more than I thought) that I learned about on A Traveler’s Library. I’ll be doing a separate review of this book for the Art History Challenge soon.

The Stones of Florence, by Mary McCarthy – Observations about Florence and it’s history written about 50 years ago.  I enjoyed this book, but the author assumes the reader knows Florence/Medici/Michelangelo history because it isn’t explained, just referenced.  I think it’s a book that should be read while you are there or have just left because it references so many sites and it helps to visualize them.  This is a bit more serious read but is highly worth it.

The Prince, by Niccolo Machiavelli – The Renaissance political theory book.  We heard Machiavelli referenced so many times that finally my son asked for it.  I’m always happy to hunt for a book, even a book in English in an Italian country.  He read it very carefully and agreed that it’s a book that should be re-read multiple times to fully understand.  It’s one of the two books we bought in Italy; books are far more expensive in Italy than the US.

Manifico:  The Brilliant Life and Violent Times of Lorenzo de’ Medici, by Miles J. Unger – A recent biography of Lorenzo that I grew impatient with as a I read, but I think most biographies are too long, but very much appreciated when I was in Florence.  It gives a solid background in Florentine political intrigue (which makes Washington look like childsplay, in Florence they killed their opponents) along with the literature, religion and art of the time.  My first thought when I entered the Duomo was “where was Giuliano killed and through which doors did Lorenzo flee?”  This book gives background to understanding the Medici popes who were so importance to Renaissance Art.

The Secrets of Rome, by Corrado Augias – A series of essays about people, places and events that transformed Rome.  My husband read this book and then shared with us the upshot of each of the essays from Julius Caesar to Caravaggio.  We decided to go see the Caravaggios at Santa Maria del Popolo and asked a cab driver to take us to the church.  He said “oh Angels and Demons!”  We said “no, Carravagio!”  He then proceeded to tell us of the other places to find Caravaggios in Rome.  Romans love their city.  The essays sound fascinating, I’m looking forward to reading them even though we’re home because while I’m glad we’re home, I really miss Italy, a lot.

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