This is a great character driven novel.
He wanted the children to remain uncomplicated with each other, though he knew it was futile. Parenting adults wasn't at all like parenting kids, when the whole merry band was inclined to believe you, just because. p. 42
All four Posts held their breath simultaneously, each wishing for the moment to last. Families were nothing more than hope cast out in a wide net, everyone wanting only the best. Even the poor souls who had children in an attempt to rescue a dying marriage were doing so out of a misguided hopefulness. p.269
There was nothing in life harder or more important than agreeing every morning to stay the course, to go back to your forgotten self so many years ago, and to make the same decision. Marriages, like ships, needed steering, and steady hands at the wheel. p. 292
I will admit that this blog is mainly for me. I love to read but have a terrible memory for the fine details of what I have read. I wish I could pull a quote out of my head when I need it. Instead, I will blog them. Maybe you will be inspired to pick up one of the books I include in my blog.
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
The House of Sixty Fathers by Meindert Dejong
This Newberry Honor book is definitely dated. It was written in 1956. Today's students would probably find it hard to read and relate to. I enjoyed it. As a bonus it has pictures by Maurice Sendak.
"But would my mother and father still be in such a town of battle?"
The guerrilla smiled a thin smile. "If I know a father, he will wait until the last moment in the small hope that you may return. And if I know a mother, she will wait until the Japanese are in the streets and their bayonets at her back before she gives up a first born son." p. 104
There sat the lieutenant half turned, and he did not understand what his mother said. Ah, but he did understand. He understood! The heart understands without words. p. 189
"But would my mother and father still be in such a town of battle?"
The guerrilla smiled a thin smile. "If I know a father, he will wait until the last moment in the small hope that you may return. And if I know a mother, she will wait until the Japanese are in the streets and their bayonets at her back before she gives up a first born son." p. 104
There sat the lieutenant half turned, and he did not understand what his mother said. Ah, but he did understand. He understood! The heart understands without words. p. 189
Thursday, April 20, 2017
The Boston Girl by Anita Diamant
If you treat every question like you've never heard it before, your students feel like you respect them and everyone learns a lot more. Including the teacher. p.120
When a shy person smiles, it's like the sun coming out. p. 149
When a shy person smiles, it's like the sun coming out. p. 149
Sunday, February 12, 2017
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows
This is the first book I have read written in epistolary form. I thoroughly enjoyed it and was fascinated how the authors brought to light the nuances of each character through the letters they wrote.
I find these passages from the book so true:
Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers. How delightful if that were true. p. 10
That's what I love about reading: one tiny thing will interest you in a book, and that tiny thing will lead you onto another book, and another bit there will lead you onto a third. It's geometrically progressive - all with no end in sight, and for no other reason than sheer enjoyment. p.12
I find these passages from the book so true:
Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers. How delightful if that were true. p. 10
That's what I love about reading: one tiny thing will interest you in a book, and that tiny thing will lead you onto another book, and another bit there will lead you onto a third. It's geometrically progressive - all with no end in sight, and for no other reason than sheer enjoyment. p.12
Friday, November 11, 2016
The Sisters: The Saga of the Mitford Family by Mary S. Lovell
This was a fascinating read. Mary S. Lovell succeeds in making history very readable. It is informative and was a pleasure to read. Lovell's style of writing makes me want to read more of her biographies. I felt like the following quote sums up much of what comes through in this account of one family.
"Children sometimes appear to believe that parents have an inbuilt guide to perfect parenting and that an inability to deliver what they want or need is a deliberate act of neglect. But parenting is a hit-and-miss affair, depending on many ingredients: the age of the parents, the relationship between them, the behavior of their own parents towards them and their reaction to it, and also the demeanour of the child. Parents, too, apparently often have an inbuilt confidence that their children, given the same upbringing they themselves received, will grow up with the same values and beliefs. But there is no magic formula to good parenting and parents get only one crack at it with each child. They cannot rehearse and go back, learning from past mistakes if they get it wrong. Invariably, too, children grow up with a ragbag of selective memories." p. 61
"Children sometimes appear to believe that parents have an inbuilt guide to perfect parenting and that an inability to deliver what they want or need is a deliberate act of neglect. But parenting is a hit-and-miss affair, depending on many ingredients: the age of the parents, the relationship between them, the behavior of their own parents towards them and their reaction to it, and also the demeanour of the child. Parents, too, apparently often have an inbuilt confidence that their children, given the same upbringing they themselves received, will grow up with the same values and beliefs. But there is no magic formula to good parenting and parents get only one crack at it with each child. They cannot rehearse and go back, learning from past mistakes if they get it wrong. Invariably, too, children grow up with a ragbag of selective memories." p. 61
Sunday, August 21, 2016
State of Wonder by Ann Patchett
I love the way Patchett writes. Her novels always have layers that peel
away as the story progresses. She is not afraid to leave some unanswered
questions at the end that make you think and draw your own conclusions. And as you read, you are making discoveries along with the characters.
A few passages that made me think:
... and Marina would have to work very hard not to roll her eyes because her mother had explained that eye-rolling was the height of rudeness and was never an appropriate response, even to very stupid questions. p. 35
"I never say it to them," she said, looking towards the slightly open pantry door in the direction of her boys and their television, "that I'm not sure he's dead. I know they need to have one answer, even if it's the worst answer you could think of. Hope is a horrible thing, you know. I don't know who decided to package hope as a virtue because it's not. It's a plague. Hope is like walking around with a fishhook in your mouth and somebody just keeps pulling it and pulling it. Everybody thinks I'm a train wreck because Anders is dead but it's really so much worse than that. I'm still hoping that this Dr. Swenson, for some reason I couldn't possibly put together, has lied about everything, that she's keeping him, or she's lost him somewhere." p. 43
.... But Marina had been a very good student and a very good doctor and a very good employee and lover and friend and when someone asked her to do something she operated on the principle they had asked because it was important. She succeeded in life because she had so rarely declined any request made of her, how would the Amazon be different? p. 47
.... - she found herself siding with Alan because there was much in his single-minded devotion to a mentor that sounded a familiar note. In this life we love who we love. There were some stories in which facts were very nearly irrelevant. p. 233
There was no one clear point of loss. It happened over and over again in a thousand small ways and the only truth there was to learn was that there was no getting used to it. Karen Eckman had wanted Marina to go to Brazil to find out what had happened to her husband, but now that she was here she understood what Dr. Swenson had told her in the restaurant that first night after the opera: it could have been anything, any fever, any bite. It never was remarkable that Anders had died; the remarkable thing was that the rest of them were managing to live in a place for which they were so fundamentally unsuited. Karen had wanted to believe that knowing what Anders had died of and where he was buried would make a difference, but it wouldn't and it didn't. p.269
A few passages that made me think:
... and Marina would have to work very hard not to roll her eyes because her mother had explained that eye-rolling was the height of rudeness and was never an appropriate response, even to very stupid questions. p. 35
"I never say it to them," she said, looking towards the slightly open pantry door in the direction of her boys and their television, "that I'm not sure he's dead. I know they need to have one answer, even if it's the worst answer you could think of. Hope is a horrible thing, you know. I don't know who decided to package hope as a virtue because it's not. It's a plague. Hope is like walking around with a fishhook in your mouth and somebody just keeps pulling it and pulling it. Everybody thinks I'm a train wreck because Anders is dead but it's really so much worse than that. I'm still hoping that this Dr. Swenson, for some reason I couldn't possibly put together, has lied about everything, that she's keeping him, or she's lost him somewhere." p. 43
.... But Marina had been a very good student and a very good doctor and a very good employee and lover and friend and when someone asked her to do something she operated on the principle they had asked because it was important. She succeeded in life because she had so rarely declined any request made of her, how would the Amazon be different? p. 47
.... - she found herself siding with Alan because there was much in his single-minded devotion to a mentor that sounded a familiar note. In this life we love who we love. There were some stories in which facts were very nearly irrelevant. p. 233
There was no one clear point of loss. It happened over and over again in a thousand small ways and the only truth there was to learn was that there was no getting used to it. Karen Eckman had wanted Marina to go to Brazil to find out what had happened to her husband, but now that she was here she understood what Dr. Swenson had told her in the restaurant that first night after the opera: it could have been anything, any fever, any bite. It never was remarkable that Anders had died; the remarkable thing was that the rest of them were managing to live in a place for which they were so fundamentally unsuited. Karen had wanted to believe that knowing what Anders had died of and where he was buried would make a difference, but it wouldn't and it didn't. p.269
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Yes Please by Amy Poehler
I believe great people do things before they are ready. Loc 128
Shame.....also keeps us from true happiness. An apology is a glorious release. Loc 962
Watching great people do what you love is a good way to start learning how to do it yourself.
Loc 1158
It's easier to be brave when you're not alone.
We were young and foolish and didn't know what we were up against. Loc 1259
I am a moon junkie. Every time I look at the moon, I feel less alone and less afraid. I tell my boys that moonlight is a magic blanket and the stars above us are campfires set by friendly aliens. I track lunar cycles....and take my kids outside at night when a moon is new or full or blue. We call this "moon hunting" and we bring flashlights and moon candy along. Loc 3073
When your children arrive, the best you can hope for is that they break open everything about you..... Your heart becomes a room with-open windows. You laugh hard every day. You think about the future... And gradually, through this heart-heavy openness and these fresh eyes, you start to see the world a little more. Maybe you start to care a teeny tiny bit more about what happens to everyone in it. Loc 3122
A person's tragedy does not make up their entire life. A story carves deep grooves into our brains each time we tell it. But we aren't one story. We can change our stories. We can write our own. Loc 3237
Shame.....also keeps us from true happiness. An apology is a glorious release. Loc 962
Watching great people do what you love is a good way to start learning how to do it yourself.
Loc 1158
It's easier to be brave when you're not alone.
We were young and foolish and didn't know what we were up against. Loc 1259
I am a moon junkie. Every time I look at the moon, I feel less alone and less afraid. I tell my boys that moonlight is a magic blanket and the stars above us are campfires set by friendly aliens. I track lunar cycles....and take my kids outside at night when a moon is new or full or blue. We call this "moon hunting" and we bring flashlights and moon candy along. Loc 3073
When your children arrive, the best you can hope for is that they break open everything about you..... Your heart becomes a room with-open windows. You laugh hard every day. You think about the future... And gradually, through this heart-heavy openness and these fresh eyes, you start to see the world a little more. Maybe you start to care a teeny tiny bit more about what happens to everyone in it. Loc 3122
A person's tragedy does not make up their entire life. A story carves deep grooves into our brains each time we tell it. But we aren't one story. We can change our stories. We can write our own. Loc 3237
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