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Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein

Code Name Verity

Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein tells the story of two young women, Maddie, a British pilot and Julie, a Scottish interrogator, during WWII. These two young women meet while stationed in England and become best friends. Maddie volunteers to fly Julie to France to complete a mission, but the plane is hit by anti-aircraft fire. Julie parachutes out and is captured by the Nazis. Maddie manages to crash-land the plane and is hidden by the French resistance. Told over the course of approximately six weeks, each girl tells her story through writing.

Would I recommend it?  How could I not? Code Name Verity is one of those books that is good until it becomes great. It will stick with you and haunt you. You will celebrate and you will cry. And the minute you’re done, you’ll want to read it all over again.

Things I liked about the book:

  • Julie’s viewpoint takes up the first half of the book. She starts out confessing she is weak and has agreed to give up so many secrets for basic things like her clothes or a blanket to sleep under. Amazingly enough, she made me understand why she’s sold out her country to the Nazis.
  • The friendship between the girls is real and believable. In this “white man’s world,” these two girls admire each other, respect each other, and are rather awed by each other’s particular talents despite differences in socioeconomic backgrounds. I can only hope my own daughter grows up to have friendships such as this.
  • Loved the things Julie found to write on – hotel stationery, prescription pads, recipe cards, sheet music. I can only imagine what that stack looked like.
  • Through Julie’s writing, I felt her slipping away, saw her letting go. So well written, so well done that when she cries out for help on the bridge, it is what has to happen.
  • Julie’s family – Jamie, her mother, the boys, the great-aunt – wonderful.
  • The Peter Pan references, so British, so perfect.
  • Maddie’s part – I don’t want to say too much…Let’s leave it as what Maddie tells you will make you want to flip back and reread and laugh and cry and reread again and squeal, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” because it is simply brilliant. Together with Julie’s part, it is what makes this book great.
  • Anna Engel! Loved her! Bit part, true, but she lives up to her translated name, Angel, and gives us some fantastic insight on Julie that made me smile.
  • There is closure. It’s bittersweet, it’s teary, and thank goodness, it’s there.

 Things that distracted me:

  • This one is all me – it’s similar to why I have issues with 3-D movies. I keep pulling the glasses down my nose to see what the screen looks like without them. In the book about half way through Julie’s part, an American radio personality comes to the hotel and interviews Julie. It’s totally believable and fits in the story but at that moment, I began to think, huh, something is going on and I started (pulling down the glasses) and looking for clues as to how Julie was going to make it out.
  • Julie bounces between first and third person. She does explain why she writes in third person about herself at times and I have to admit, I had to consult that part a time or two until I got the hang of things.
  • Maddie’s portion of the book isn’t quite as eventful as Julie’s so at times, I found myself wishing she’d get on with it. Of course, she did, quite often in the next paragraph so I felt guilty even thinking that in the first place.

I’d say 8th grade on up due to the nature of the violence and understanding of the environment and time period.

For things to consider before handing this one to my kid, scroll down, but beware, spoiler alerts ahead.

On the inside cover of the book, is a list of accolades, 16 in all not counting the Michael L. Printz Award for Excellence in Young Adult Literature on the front. This is a book that deserves them all. It also deserves a spot on my bookshelf.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Things I would consider before handing this to my kid (SPOILER ALERT):

  • This is set in 1943. Julie is captured by the Nazis and tortured. Prisoners are tortured in other rooms, one is decapitated in front of Julie. Concentration camps are referenced, and Julie is sentenced to a camp where she will be experimented on until she dies. One of the French resistance fighters is very touchy-feely with the women. Nazi soldiers shoot prisoners in the legs, in the elbows, in the head.   Julie asks Maddie to shoot her and Maddie does, killing her.

 

 

 

Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas

Throne of Glass

Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Mass is a fantasy tale about an 18 year old girl trained from early childhood to be an assassin. Sent to a labor camp and not expected to survive, Celaena Sardothien is plucked out of the camp by the crown prince to compete in a competition to become the King’s Assassin. If she beats out the other twenty or so competitors and serves the king for four years, she wins her freedom.

Would I recommend it? No, no I wouldn’t. And believe me, I wanted to like this one. I’m all for strong women characters kicking butt, but this is one of those tales that felt like it was for those with a little less grey hair and fewer laugh lines. First in a series, complete with a prequel set of novellas and currently two sequels, the book obviously has a following but unfortunately, I’m not hopping on this bandwagon.

What I liked about it:

  • The cover. Honestly, strong woman, great hair, weapons, leather. What’s not to root for?
  • The fantasy story of the spirit queen coming back through Celaena had merit and hopefully will play out to an interesting plot in future books.
  • The end. I know, I know, I’m not trying to be a smarty pants and celebrate it being over. No, about two chapters toward the end, a secret is dropped about Celaena’s heritage that made me perk up. Plus, for a moment in the last couple of chapters, Celaena allows us in and lets us feel for her. She finally became human.
  • In the final chapter, at long last, I got a sense of Celaena being caught off guard and awed by her romantic feelings toward the guy she’s supposed to end up with. But man, I had to read a lot of pages to see her humanity.

What I found distracting:

  • When we meet Celaena, she is near starvation, beaten, scarred and being brought before the playboy Crown Prince Dorian. She is a world-renowned assassin and expects people to respect and fear her which they should. Instead, her swagger comes off as obnoxious and I started thinking what this girl needs is a good talking to! Moms. Oi.
  • What’s with all the vomiting? She’s starving, she eats, she vomits. She eats, she runs, she vomits. She gets her period, she has cramps, she vomits. Thankfully, she seemed to be able to keep dinner down by the end of the book.
  • It was really hard to not compare this tale to The Hunger Games. The competitors spend time training together in a room doing different activities. The first test is archery. It’s a competition to the last (wo)man standing. But there’s no sense of desperation or horror or loss of control that makes The Hunger Games so impactful.
  • I couldn’t figure out how to like Celaena. I’m the kind of reader who wants to root for the main character. I want to feel for the protagonist, cry for her, root for her, plot with her and celebrate with her. Instead, I felt annoyance. Sure, Celaena got hurt, but I didn’t feel her pain. There was no horror or sadness or even numbness or fear when other competitors died during tests or were discovered half eaten and mauled in corridors. She comments to Chaol, the Captain of the Guard, how her first kill feels at the end of the book, but it’s too little, too late for me.
  • Dorian the Crown Prince needed more page time to prove himself as more than a spoiled playboy. Yes, he changed from start to finish, but to make the maturity stick, he needed more than just an examination of his feelings toward his father’s actions and Celeana. It was interesting to learn what the King thought of his son at the end, but by then, I didn’t really care.
  • The fantasy element is downplayed (magic is outlawed!) to the point where when it came in, it threw me out of the story. It ended up playing a larger role and one that I would assume will get bigger in the next two books, though (which might be a good thing!).

Things I’d consider before handing this to child:

  • This is a competition amongst people who are trained to kill other people. The main character is an 18-year-old girl trained to kill and she wants to win so she can kill for the king and earn her freedom. Competitors die in gruesome attacks by a fantasy creature – dismembered, half eaten, brains sucked out. One character smokes Opium multiple times. Some kissing. Not sure I’d hand this to a 6th grader, but 7th on up, probably okay.

So, I’m sorry to say it, I won’t be reading more in this series, but don’t let that stop you. As I tell my daughter, if we all liked the same book, think how small the library would be.

How My Fitbit (Almost) Ruined My Most Impressionable Childhood Book

Have you seen those memes floating around Facebook asking people to list the top ten books that have stuck with them through the years? I’ve clicked on list after list of very respectable, literary delights, 99% of them considered classics or books that should be read at some point in your life. But not one of these lists listed the book that I don’t go a day without thinking about. Stick with me here and I’ll explain.

At Christmas, I look forward to three gifts: two new pairs of running shoes and one new gadget. Anything else is just icing on the cake (and don’t get me wrong – cake is simply a delivery vehicle for icing in my world and I can never have enough icing so I like icing. A lot.). Over the years, the gadget has been anything from a new mp3 player to a fancy camera to one year, an iPad. Last year it was a Fitbit Force. I had wanted one of these for at least six months and I knew they were hard to find. But Santa came through and I was in heaven! Here was a cool bracelet to track not only how many steps I took, but how many flights of stairs I climbed, how many minutes I was really active, how many miles I traveled in a day, and how many calories I burned (so I knew just how much icing I could consume guilt free, you know). My family’s unwrapping, oohs, ahhs faded into the distance as I plugged my gadget into the computer and synched it all up. This was going to be so cool! I was going to have real time information on just how active I was right on my wrist! For an Excel spreadsheet data loving nerd like myself, this was the best thing ever.

Or at least it was until the day after Christmas when I faced down the dirty laundry.

Enter the book. Once upon a time, way back in my early education, I had to read a biography for English class. Somehow I got my hands on Cheaper by the Dozen by Frank B. Gilbreth Jr. and Ernestine Gilbreth Carey. The father of 12 kids, Frank Gilbreth Sr. was an efficiency expert in the early 1900’s. His entire life was centered around making the most of every moment, be it educating his kids non-stop about everything or figuring out how to do things as quickly as possible. He consulted for companies who wanted to streamline business, increase production, and save time and money. The practices he put in place in his work carried over to the home as well. This was a man who figured out if he buttoned his shirt from bottom to top instead of top to bottom, he saved 3 seconds getting ready in the morning, so that’s what he did.

This philosophy of saving steps, of trying to do things as efficiently as possible somehow sunk into my brain and stuck. What’s the most direct route to class? How can I get my chores done quicker? How can I load the laundry basket to ease unloading? What order should I run my errands in to save time and gas? When should I start the green beans so they are done and hot by the time the chicken is done? How can I get things done faster in as few steps as possible? Frank Gilbreth’s philosophy made happy, smart sense to me – until I opened my Fitbit, a gadget designed to do anything but get things done in the fewest steps possible.

Once in action, I realized this gadget on my wrist threw a wrench in my lifestyle. This need to get as many steps in per day as possible completely went against a core pillar of my thinking. This –this thing no longer cared that I could fit four people’s laundry in two baskets. It wanted it in four! Four separate baskets carried up the stairs at four different times!

The days I ran were joyous. Those were the days I blasted through my step goal and then some. Those were the days I gathered up left behind sweatshirts and books and socks on the bottom step to take up all at once, in the efficient order of the rooms upstairs. The days I didn’t run, those were the days I had to take the long way around the grocery store and try to smile as I passed my neighbors in aisles I had no reason to be in except for the fact they gave me twelve more steps. And still, some days, it wasn’t enough.

As the months went by, I began to resent this piece of plastic on my arm. I found myself sneaking around behind its digital screen back. Stacking the dishes so I only took one trip to the dishwasher, not sixteen. Checking groceries out at the self-checkout just so I could put as much stuff possible in one bag and make only one trip from the cart to the car. And sometimes, I even parked as close to a store’s front doors as possible because it saved time – and steps.

Months passed and I continued to live my double life up until mid-August. The day came (probably a run day) when I pressed the button on my Fitbit but things weren’t right. The digital screen looked faded. I chalked it up to the sun outside. A week later, the screen flickered. Another week or so went by, and my Fitbit screen was black. Nothing I did turned it on. I tried recharging it in three different plugs, two different USB ports. I pressed buttons. I cleaned the contact points. I even emailed Tech Support. I was told it was gone. It appeared I sweated it out, killed it with effort. (Or resentment. I didn’t discount that.) After all the miles we spent together, my Fitbit was done. But I wasn’t! This was not how it was supposed to end. This wasn’t how I wanted it to end. For starters, Christmas was months away! And I had really liked it for a moment, a mile, a staircase or twelve.

Sadly, I plugged it into my computer one last time (because I am ever a glass half full kind of gal). Nothing happened. No screen. No numbers. No lights. Nothing.

But wait…

My Fitbit app on the computer popped up.

I had steps – for that day.

I burned calories for that day.

I climbed stairs and traveled miles that day!

My Fitbit lived! I just couldn’t see it. But then, I did. The lack of a screen was a compromise. I didn’t have to give up my philosophy of efficiency. I just needed to know that should I choose to be efficient, it would be noted. But instead of requiring me to pack up a childhood memory in favor of health, I was free to make a choice without a blinking light scolding me. It was an offer of peace between my childhood and modern day technology, and it was liberating.

My Fitbit screen still doesn’t work, and because I’m not sure how long it will last, I’m eyeing a new fitness tracker for this year’s Christmas gadget. I am also digging out my copy of Cheaper by the Dozen just in case I need to come to an understanding with the new one. I’m all for steps. But every once in a while, I’m going to take the efficient way out.

Two baskets or four? Maybe tomorrow I’ll make it three.

Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell, aka The Best Book I’ve Read This Year

I admit, I pulled a Percy Jackson with Eleanor & Park, the story of first love in the mid-1980’s. The librarian at the Jr. High told me last year it was the best book she read all year. She told me I should read it. I went as far as to download it and let it sit on my eReader for six months. Then, this past week, I started reading it. When I finished, I read it again. I ordered a paper copy just so the day it arrived, I could drive over to my neighbor’s and say, “You have to read this.” This is the first book in a long time I’ve stayed up past my bedtime to read. And the lost sleep was totally worth it.

What I liked about it:

  • This is the story of young love. Not like teenage movie “Enless Love” type love. More like real high school, first nerd love.
  • Sixteen year old Park comes from a middle class family. His dad and Korean mom are still madly in love, and they love their kids. Park’s dad pushes Park, but you get the impression there’s a good reason. Park’s mom stands up for herself and her kids and isn’t afraid to voice her opinions. It is quite the contrast to Eleanor’s dirt poor family, abusive stepfather, co-dependent mom and siblings.
  • From the beginning, Park is a good guy, but he’s not perfect, and Eleanor never lets you feel sorry for her.
  • They fall in love over comic books. Then music. But mostly comic books.
  • Park is a boy. Based on the oodles of women’s magazine articles I’ve read, boys love girls because quite simply, they’re girls. Eleanor is concerned about her stomach, her freckles, her hair.  None of that enters Park’s mind.  He sees the freckles at “sprinkles on a donut” and Eleanor as “a mermaid.”  He falls for Eleanor way before he sees her in a way that opens his eyes to the fact she’s got so much “negative space.” And by the time he realizes she’s a girl and decides shyness will get him nowhere, you want them to be together.
  • The dialogue is real and smart. It sounds like kids and adults. There’s a fantastic exchange between Park and Eleanor when Park tells her he loves her and she says, “I know.”
  • Having been a 16 year old in 1986, I have to admit I enjoyed the pop culture references.

 What I found Distracting:

  • I got nothing. That’s how much I liked this book.

 Things I would consider before handing it to my kid:

  • Strong swearing at the beginning, sexual language throughout. The stepfather is abusive mentally and physically to Eleanor’s mom. Eleanor fears her stepfather will abuse her next. There are a couple of make out sessions between Park and Eleanor but they’re more suggested than graphic. I’d say 8/9th grade on up.

This book is a trip back to high school and will leave you with a happy ache in your middle. Enjoy it!

The Maze Runner by James Dashner

You know how the saying goes.  The book is always better than the movie.  Well, in the case of The Maze Runner by James Dashner, the movie made the book better.

A dystopian set tale, The Maze Runner opens with a young man (Thomas), suffering from temporary amnesia, arriving in what he believes to be a type of prison called The Glade.  Through the course of the story, Thomas pieces together memories to solve the mystery behind the Glade and his role in it.

Would I recommend it?  Yes, I would.  It’s not the best dystopian fiction I’ve read, and I felt it was light in depth, but the concept of the prison on the page and the inner-workings of the Glade society kept me interested.

What I liked about it:

  • The concept of the Glade.  The massive walls, the contained society, the magic box that delivered whatever they needed and the Wicked creeper bugs on the walls – it was just the right touch of creepy, big brotherness that made me look over my shoulder every now and then.
  • Some of the descriptions were spot on.  There’s a moment where a character is pleading for his life and the description of snot made me think, “I’ve seen that snot!  I know that snot!”  Ah, momhood.
  •  “He finally pulled his grief back into his heart.”  Love that line.  Didn’t see what brought it on coming, either.  Well done.

What I found distracting:

  • The Gladers have a slang language that hit me in the face right off the bat.  Interestingly enough, though, Thomas comments how he gets used to the language and I realized, I did as well.
  • Three years have passed since the first Glader arrived and in that time, curiosity has given way to survival and complacency.  Thomas arrives and is full of questions that aren’t being asked.  As an adult, I wanted to shout at them, “Don’t quit!  Keep asking!”
  • Some of the answers seemed a little too simple and some of the leaps of faith annoyed me.  But I realize some of these may be explained in the next two books which I have not read.  I wanted a few more answers.
  • The ending was too good to be true, which it’s supposed to be, but it annoyed me.  Come to find out, it annoyed my son who read it in 6th grade as well.

What I would consider before giving this to my kid:

  • It’s violent and the violence is close, not just something off in the distance.  Also, as I mentioned, the slang take a while to get used to and translation might be difficult at first for some.

Now, back to the movie which truly made me appreciate the book more.  The movie just doesn’t have the time to develop the characters.  It also depicts several locales (the map room, the cliff) differently than the book which I found disappointing.  Overall, it’s an entertaining two hours, however, if you’ve read the book, it’s hard not to walk out of the theater filling in the holes with what you know from the page.

Percy Jackson is one of My Greatest Achievements

No, I’m not Rick Riordan’s muse.  Far from it.  But I do claim Percy Jackson was one of my greatest achievements.  From the get go, I’ve handed my kids books to read.  When they were little, these books were greeted with excitement.  But then, as they got older, they began to have opinions.  What mom gave them was often greeted with anticipation, but more and more, with if not downright dismissal, a great lack of enthusiasm no matter how many librarians/magazines/trusted friends had recommended the book in the first place.

I stumbled across Percy Jackson in my search to find a book series as we waited for the next Harry Potter to be published.  It seemed to fit the bill and it had Greek gods to boot.  How could I go wrong?  So I came home and proceeded to have a conversation with my son that has been repeated repeatedly over the years.  It went something like this:

Me:  “Here.  Read this.”

N:  “No.”

Me:  “It’s really good.”

N:  “No.”

Me:  “Just read the first few chapters.”

N:  “No.”

You get the picture.  Percy sat on my son’s bookshelf for a good twelve months before, in a fit of desperate boredom one summer afternoon, he cracked it open.  The very next morning, we then proceeded to have another conversation that has been repeated repeatedly over the years.  It goes something like this:

N:  “Mom?  You know that book?  It has a sequel.  Can we go get it?”

Now, I don’t remember what I said the first time, but I’m sure I listened with grace and humility.

Oh, who am I kidding?  I mean really, how often do you get to say, “So, you liked it, huh?  The book you said you weren’t into, that you didn’t want to read?  The one your mother gave you and told you to read?  Yeah, that one?  You liked it?  Huh.”  In this house, as it turns out, that conversation comes up more often than you might think.

But this isn’t why I consider Percy Jackson my greatest achievement.  The reason I hold Percy near and dear is because six months ago, my son cleaned off his bookshelves to make room for new stories.  He then took a stack of books, Percy Jackson on top, into his sister’s room.  From the kitchen, I heard:

N:  “Here.  I don’t have room for these, but you might like them.”

A:  “I don’t want to read Percy Jackson.”

N:  “Yeah, you do.  It’s really good.”

A:  “I don’t care.  I don’t like books like that.”

N:  “You should really read it.”

A:  “No.”

Guess who is eagerly awaiting the last Heroes of Olympus book which is coming out on Tuesday?  And guess who is getting to tell his little sister, “So, you liked that book?  The one I gave you?  The one you didn’t want to read?  That one?”

Yeah, I think I’m going to let him have this one.

Cinder (#1 The Lunar Chronicles) by Marissa Meyer

As you might have already figured out, Cinder is a retelling of the classic fairy tale Cinderella with a sci-fi, fantasy twist which makes this version quite readable for an adult.  Instead of a fairy godmother, our heroine has a research doctor looking out for her.  Her side kicks aren’t talking mice or birds, but an android with a celebrity crush on the prince.  And instead of a slipper, Cinder’s downfall is a metal foot.

Would an adult like it?  Yes, this one is worth reading, as are the sequels Scarlet and Cress.

What was good about the story:

  • Prince Kai first meets Cinder at her stall in the marketplace.  She’s a mechanic, not a princess or a marriage prospect.
  • The setting is interesting, futuristic, post-apocalyptic but in a world trying to rebuild.
  • Cinder, as a character, is sympathetic, but she doesn’t let anyone pity her, including the reader.
  • Yes, Cinder wants a dress to go to the ball (what girl wouldn’t?), but it’s so she can check out the food, not to find a husband.
  • Prince Kai scoffs at the idea he’ll meet a girl and fall in love at the ball.
  • When Cinder hits bottom, you feel for her.  You hate the step mother, the evil Queen, and mourn for her losses.
  • The ‘romance’ between the Prince and Cinder is one of those great ones where by the end of the book, you know these two are meant to be even if they haven’t even kissed yet.

What I found distracting:

  • This story comes with an evil queen who wants to rule the world.  In order to understand that world, there is a political storyline and a plague woven through the fairy tale story that at times made me want to make a flow chart to keep the factions straight.  That being said, it lends backbone to the tale and provides a great story as the series goes on to hang the fairy tales on.

Good story, great characters, strong female role model, male protagonist dealing with struggles and trying to do the right thing.  This is a good one and worth the space on your bookshelf.

 

 

“I don’t know why I don’t just send your allowance to the bookstore.”

My mother has always been a very smart woman.  She understood that should a bookstore be in my vicinity, my allowance didn’t stand a chance.  Growing up we moved a lot.  While my world was always changing, I embraced the things that remained stable, such as my books.  My poor parents moved boxes and boxes of stories around the world, most likely because it was easier than explaining logic to a teenager.  I’m pretty sure there was great rejoicing when I married and my husband and I bought a home with an attic.  My dad was first in line to help install a floor.  And when the boxes made one last move and arrived on my doorstep to be put in that attic, I began to understand the sacrifice my parents made throughout the years.  They must have spent a fortune shipping those books all over the place.  Those suckers weighed a ton!