Eleanor has learned to nap proper, and I have learned to let the house go to seed while I curl up with a book (I'm a prodigy at this). Blogging I am still nicht sehr gut at. For you, eeensy reviews!
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Falling Together by Maria De Los Santos
So Cat and Will and Penn were friends in college and none of them was sexually attracted to the others because THEY WERE FRIENDS and then Cat married an oaf and moved away and the three of them stopped being friends and now the oaf is like, Cat's missing, so Will and Penn and the oaf go off to find her.
And Cat and Will and Penn (and now just Will and Penn) are friends that don't exist in nature, the same way John Green teenagers don't, which makes them zippy and fun and preposterous to read about until Will and Penn start having longings and urges and not acting on them because they are such. good. friends.
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And I was enjoying it up until then, because then they stop having amusing conversations and looking for their missing pal and start spending all their time talking about how beautiful and graceful the other is. The endless perfection of your beloved is like what you dreamt about last night...nerrrrrrbody cares.
Eight caterpillars for the first, let's say, half, and then six.
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Don't Tell the Grown-Ups: Subversive Children's Literature - Alison Lurie
This was published in 1990, which means (among other things) that being homosexual is sandwiched between being alcoholic and subject to depressions in a list of Problems T.H. White Had, her 'contemporary' references are to, like, Jorge Luis Borges, Italo Calvino, and John Updike, and she describes an old ditty about a gypsy child as being 'still current.' So there's THAT.
I also feel like this is stuff we should all know by now, but this book falls squarely into my own personal Venn diagram of wheelhouse (my degrees are in Early Childhood Education and English Literature, respectively), so I don't know. Maybe it is new and fresh. It's engaging, anyway, even if you do feel sometimes like Lurie is much smarter than she's letting on. Give us the full force of your brains, woman! We can take it.
The title is a bit misleading, though, as the essays are less about the subversive nature of children's lit and more about the wacky lives led by those who write it (Beatrix Potter was a lark).
Seven caterpillars.
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Sky Coyote - Kage Baker
Oh balls. It looks like I'm just going to have to go ahead and read all of these. (I already have the next one on hold.) Baker keeps dropping these little bombs and you have to read the other books to watch them explode and I both hate and am a CHUMP for this tactic.
I feel like nothing happened in this book, but I also ENJOYED IT MIGHTILY. So Joseph (who you may recall from the last book as 'the guy who wrooched') goes down to this Native American tribe all dolled up as their god Sky Coyote so that he can rescue them for posterity because they're about to be obliterated by the White Man. And then he does so, and that's sort of it.
But there's all kinds of stuff on the nature of faith and power that's sort of sneaked in there, which is how I like my thinky bits to be do you hear me Marilynne Robinson I still have not forgiven you for Gilead.
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Very great and it gobbles up the hours. Also, Kirkus Reviews describes it as 'pellucid.' Oh, Kirkus.
Eight caterpillars.![]()
Falling Together by Maria De Los SantosSo Cat and Will and Penn were friends in college and none of them was sexually attracted to the others because THEY WERE FRIENDS and then Cat married an oaf and moved away and the three of them stopped being friends and now the oaf is like, Cat's missing, so Will and Penn and the oaf go off to find her.
And Cat and Will and Penn (and now just Will and Penn) are friends that don't exist in nature, the same way John Green teenagers don't, which makes them zippy and fun and preposterous to read about until Will and Penn start having longings and urges and not acting on them because they are such. good. friends.
And I was enjoying it up until then, because then they stop having amusing conversations and looking for their missing pal and start spending all their time talking about how beautiful and graceful the other is. The endless perfection of your beloved is like what you dreamt about last night...nerrrrrrbody cares.
Eight caterpillars for the first, let's say, half, and then six.
This was published in 1990, which means (among other things) that being homosexual is sandwiched between being alcoholic and subject to depressions in a list of Problems T.H. White Had, her 'contemporary' references are to, like, Jorge Luis Borges, Italo Calvino, and John Updike, and she describes an old ditty about a gypsy child as being 'still current.' So there's THAT.
I also feel like this is stuff we should all know by now, but this book falls squarely into my own personal Venn diagram of wheelhouse (my degrees are in Early Childhood Education and English Literature, respectively), so I don't know. Maybe it is new and fresh. It's engaging, anyway, even if you do feel sometimes like Lurie is much smarter than she's letting on. Give us the full force of your brains, woman! We can take it.
The title is a bit misleading, though, as the essays are less about the subversive nature of children's lit and more about the wacky lives led by those who write it (Beatrix Potter was a lark).
Seven caterpillars.
Oh balls. It looks like I'm just going to have to go ahead and read all of these. (I already have the next one on hold.) Baker keeps dropping these little bombs and you have to read the other books to watch them explode and I both hate and am a CHUMP for this tactic.
I feel like nothing happened in this book, but I also ENJOYED IT MIGHTILY. So Joseph (who you may recall from the last book as 'the guy who wrooched') goes down to this Native American tribe all dolled up as their god Sky Coyote so that he can rescue them for posterity because they're about to be obliterated by the White Man. And then he does so, and that's sort of it.
But there's all kinds of stuff on the nature of faith and power that's sort of sneaked in there, which is how I like my thinky bits to be do you hear me Marilynne Robinson I still have not forgiven you for Gilead.
I will also take my thinky-bits in Conspiracy Keanu form
Eight caterpillars.
