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text 2017-12-15 22:41
Currently Reading... and reading, and reading...

Books are my escapism. I love them. They are life. Except...



I've been currently reading the same book for what feels like ages, well for the whole of December, so really only a couple weeks. It isn't as if I don't like the book. I have no idea why I procrastinate something I love so much! I go through spurts of reading 20+ books in a month, and then reading like 2 and sometimes nothing at all!


I recently found out some of my "quirks" come down to autism. Shocker. 33 and I'm only now finding out who I really am, or at least understanding more why I do things the way I do them. The more correct term would be ASD or Asperger Syndrome Disorder.


People can call me a special snowflake all they want. I finally have a term, or label (if you will) that helps me understand my head a little better. I did not get it officially told to me by a doctor, either.


First I got advice from a friend who has it and she gently told me to look more into it, because apparently aspies are really good at recognizing each other. What she did not know was that I had already been wondering about it and when she gave me this long message talking about her experiences and relating them to what she has seen me do, I just couldn't control the melt down I had while reading it.


Like I feel ashamed and broken, but rationally, I know there is nothing to be ashamed of and I'm not broken. It is just another part of me. One that 90% of people won't take seriously because I'm a grown woman, and I didn't get a "Doctor's Note."


This hardly has anything to do with books. I was wondering if non bookish blogs are fine, considering this blog site is called "booklikes"


Anyone else share non bookish stuff? Is that frowned on here? I sometimes have things I want to blurt to people and nobody to blurt them to.


Oh, I wanted to share my current saving grace is the La La Land soundtrack. I put that music on full blast when I am having "moments" where I want to ignore the world. Go see the movie and make the music your life!! All music is my saving grace, but I really love this soundtrack. I'm really into the music I grew up with, the 90s/early 00s, plus a few more modern things. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that some people are calling the 90s the oldies now.

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I hope everyone is having a great holiday season!


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review 2017-08-09 00:00
Escapism: Words + Photos
Escapism: Words + Photos - Candice Lee,Candice Lee Full review on my blog: Caffeinated Bibliophile.

I love the photography in this book, and I enjoyed a fair bit of the poetry. It didn't blow me away, or affect me the way I expect poetry to affect me, but I think it might have if I'd more recently experienced a breakup.

I hate reviewing poetry like this because you can tell it’s so personal to the poet, but, because it’s so personal, not all if it will work for everyone else. The poetry wasn’t general, exploring heartbreak broadly, but quite specific. I think that’s why I had such a difficult time relating to it.

So, I did like this poetry book, but I was definitely not the target audience. Still, I did highlight a few parts that spoke to me.

I received a free copy to review from a goodreads giveaway
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review 2017-08-09 00:00
Escapism: Words + Photos
Escapism: Words + Photos - Candice Lee,Candice Lee Full review on my blog: Caffeinated Bibliophile.

I love the photography in this book, and I enjoyed a fair bit of the poetry. It didn't blow me away, or affect me the way I expect poetry to affect me, but I think it might have if I'd more recently experienced a breakup.

I hate reviewing poetry like this because you can tell it’s so personal to the poet, but, because it’s so personal, not all if it will work for everyone else. The poetry wasn’t general, exploring heartbreak broadly, but quite specific. I think that’s why I had such a difficult time relating to it.

So, I did like this poetry book, but I was definitely not the target audience. Still, I did highlight a few parts that spoke to me.

I received a free copy to review from a goodreads giveaway
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review 2015-12-25 08:15
Washington Irving Tours The Alhambra & Surrounding Area In Spain
Tales of the Alhambra - Washington Irving

** This is a republishing of a blog post I originally wrote for my old Blogger book blog (I still have a number of posts stored over there that I haven't moved over here yet.. it's quite the process!) in January of 2012.



The Alhambra in Granada, Spain



A reader could find many commonalities between Washington Irving and his characters. Named after Revolutionary War hero and President #1 George Washington, (whom Irving actually met), Irving craved action and adventure from an early age. If he wasn't reading about the journeys of others, he was crafting his own in his mind's eye. Irving, like many of his characters, also had his share of darkness and grief.


above:caricature of Irving by David Levine


Here's a sad but true real-life literary story for you - Washington Irving was close friends with writer Sir Walter Scott as well as Jewish philanthropist and advocate Rebecca Gratz (Scott, with Irving's recommendation, went on to use Gratz as his inspiration for the character Rebecca in his novel Ivanhoe). Rebecca was besties with Matilda Hoffman, who later became Irving's fiancee. In 1809, Hoffman passed away from consumption (tuberculosis) at the young age of 17, leaving Irving understandably devastated. Sadly, Irving lost his father the very next year. Deciding to "get away from it all", Irving traveled to Europe to focus on work. During that time, he did make attempts at relationships (at different times, not simultaneously ;-) with writers Emily Foster and Mary Shelley (who wrote that cute little Frankenstein book you might have read. Neither courtship worked out, it's believed that he never really recovered from the loss of Matilda. Irving remained a bachelor his entire life.


young Washington Irving


Matilda Hoffman


Rebecca Gratz


Originally written in 1832, The Alhambra is Washington Irving's account of his tour/three month stay as a resident of the Moorish palace commonly known as The Alhambra. At the time of his stay, the palace was very much run down, essentially abandoned save for a couple of local caretakers. The publication of Irving's book brought renewed interest not only to the palace but the surrounding areas in Spain. Today, the palace is one of the most popular tourist attractions in the world. In addition to his descriptions of the palace and its legends, Irving, along with his friend, Prince Alexis Dolgorouki, Russian Minister to the Court of Persia, also tours surrounding communities to get a feel for the area that to this day is so steeped in mystery and lore.


Prince Alexis


Laguna de Fuente de Piedra, one of Irving's stops

This spot has the interesting distinction of having one of the largest 

flamingo populations in Europe



Andalucia, Spain - the mtn peaks in the background are known as

El Penon de los Enamorados or "Rock of Lovers"


One of the things I enjoyed most about this book was the collection of Spanish legends and myths Irving collected. The book is broken up into brief sections, so you can read a bit here and there  -- possibly why it seems to be popular with travelers to actually take along when visiting the fortress now. One such legend is the story of the Rock of Lovers, a mountain range visible in the picture above. It is said that the daughter of an alcayde (commander of a fortress or castle) was discovered with her secret lover, a man the father did not approve of, as tragic love legends commonly go. The lovers, determined never to be parted, fled and in the chase found themselves before those mountains. Desperately feeling trapped, or maybe too impatient and angst-filled to take a minute and think out a better idea, they climbed to the highest peak and threw themselves off the mountain. giving the range its current name. 


One day's visit was spent strolling around El Soto de Roma:


a part of the estate that was once Romilla or El Soto de Roma

a country retreat founded by Count Julian, who served

as a counselor to King Roderick (during the Visigoth rule of Spain)


original layout of Soto de Roma


The retreat was established for Florinda, Julian's daughter, to help her heal after King Roderick (or Rodrigo, in some accounts) attacked and raped her while she was bathing one day. Julian organized a counter-attack on King Roderick, whose body was never found..... seems this dad lived up to those threats dads like to give on first dates!


"Florinda" by Franz Xaver Winterhalter


Catedral de Granada 


A quote from The Alhambra that struck me as somewhat poignant in today's times: "the bells tolled the hour of orison" - Orison is described as "a fervent prayer for divine guidance in bringing about a peaceful solution to an international crisis".... recession, wars, international conflicts, oil crisis... I can imagine numerous people throwing up an orison or two nowadays... and this book was written in the 1800s! Some things remain constant it seems. 


a public park in Osuna, Spain


Irving visits Alcala de los Panaderos ("Town of Bakers"), an area that once supplied most of Seville's bread supply. The area is now called Alcala de Guadaira, or "river valley". As if I didn't get hungry enough from him talking about the "Town of Bakers" {fresh bread mmmm... oh, sorry} Irving goes on to talk about his breakfasts of "chocolate con leche y bollos para almuerza" or chocolate milk and sugar cakes. Not particularly nutritious, I know, but sounds like some tasty comfort food, good for a lazy Sunday morning.


Speaking of river valleys, Irving also takes in the impressive sight of Roman-Moorish aqueducts - it amazes me that these structures still stand today! He also mentions touring "masmoras" or what he describes as "subterranean granaries", which confused me since I thought the word "mazmorra" translated to "dungeon"? I guess the space could function as either, really... 


aqueduct in Roman-Moorish style


Masmora or Mazmorra??


One concern I have of overseas travel that even Irving ran into in his day was that of thieves. Today, one primarily thinks of pickpockets on crowded streets, but in the 1800s, a person still feared a run-in with smugglers and your sort of all-purpose thieves. Funny though, Irving comments that these "unsavory characters" as we might think of them now "had risen to be a kind of mongrel chivalry in Spain", sounding something like the Robin Hood of legends. There was even the custom of the "robber's purse" (carried with the expectation that you could very likely be robbed, sort of a decoy bag) which from the description made me laugh, but I could sort of see a purpose for in today's world!


"As our proposed route to Granada lay through mountainous regions, where the roads are little better than mule-paths, and said to be frequently beset by robbers, we took due travelling precautions. Forwarding the most valuable part of our luggage a day or two in advance by the arrieros (person that handles the pack mules), we retained merely clothing and necessaries for the journey and money for the expenses of the road;  with a little surplus of hard dollars by way of robber purse, to satisfy the gentlemen of the road should we be assailed. Unlucky is the too wary traveler, who, having grudged this precaution, falls into their clutches empty-handed; they are apt to give him a sound rib-roasting for cheating them out of their dues. Caballeros like them cannot afford to scour the roads and risk the gallows for nothing."


A number of the legends and stories Irving shares with his readers were told to him by the numerous characters he and the prince would come across on their travels. One such is adorably described as "a pursy little man shaped not unlike a toad and mounted on a mule". That description just immediately makes me think of  some detailed painting that might show up in a child's storybook! These memorable characters they meet along the road are only too willing to share the stories of Granada and the Alhambra. In fact, it is through them that Irving is able to piece together much of the history he transcribes. As he puts it:


I have remarked that the stories of treasure are most current among the poorest people. Kind nature consoles with shadows for the lack of substantials. The thirsty man dreams of fountains and running streams; the hungry man of banquets;  and the poor man heaps of hidden gold : nothing certainly is more opulent than the imagination of a beggar. 


By the way, one of the legends of hidden treasure in and around the Alhambra was that of a magical violin, which Irving claims is the very same violin that skyrocketed classical violinist Paganini to superstardom in his day.


Another thing I noticed - Irving and the prince seemed to be able to pay for anything (that they didn't have or didn't want to use money for) with cigars! They seemed to be handing them out left and right to anyone they might get a story out of! Either there was some money flowing about between them or cigars were quite a bit cheaper back then ... or they were just giving out the cheap stuff :-P


Moors living in Granada at the time of the palace's construction swore that the royals must surely have been practicing alchemy to come up with the gold it must have cost to build such a structure. Even then, the people of Granada saw the dreamlike quality of the architecture. As Irving said:


Such is the Alhambra; -- a Moslem pile in the midst of a Christian land; an Oriental palace amidst the Gothic edifices of the West; an elegant memento of a brave, intelligent, and graceful people, who conquered, ruled, flourished and passed away.


Many of the legends involve the Moorish king Boabdil. He doesn't have the best rep in Moorish history but Irving claims that is largely due to wrongfully being labeled a tyrant, the most damning accounts coming from a largely fictionalized history book entitled The Civil Wars of Granada. Boabdil was the eldest son of two first cousins, and went on to marry Morayma, the daughter of legendary Spanish soldier, Ali Atar, who served during the time of Ferdinand and Isabella. If you're interested, you can read the all about the details of this family here. Ferdinand and Isabella actually requested to be buried at the Alhambra but instead they were entombed at the nearby chapel, as their counselors did not believe it proper for them to be buried in a Muslim fortress, the royal couple being Catholic themselves.


One ruler, Alhamar, the man the fortress was named after, did quite a bit to improve living conditions of Granada. During his reign, he set up a police department, had a hospital for the poor and / or disabled built (and, even more impressively, he would do unannounced visits to the hospitals to make sure patients were being treated well!), developed schools, colleges, public baths, aqueducts and irrigation systems, set up silk manufacturing in the area, increased gold and silver mining jobs, and , probably because of all this, was the first king of Granada to have his face put on the currency of the day. Sadly, Alhamar met a bizarre end:

Alhamar retained his faculties and vigor to an advanced age. In his 79th year, (A.D. 1272), he took the field on horseback, accompanied by the flower of his chivalry, to resist an invasion of his territories. As the army sallied forth from Granada, one of the principal adalides, or guides, who rode in the advance, accidentally broke his lance against the arch of the gate. The counselors of the king, alarmed by this circumstance, which was considered an evil omen, entreated him to return. Their supplications were in vain. The king persisted and at noontide the omen, says the Moorish chroniclers, was fatally fulfilled. Alhamar was suddenly struck with illness and had nearly fallen from his horse. He was placed on a litter, and born back towards Granada, but his illness increased to such a degree that they were obliged to  pitch a tent in the Vega. His physicians were filled with consternation, not knowing what remedy to prescribe. In a few hours he died, vomiting blood and in violent convulsions. The Castillian prince, Don Philip, brother of Alonzo X, was by his side when he expired. His body was embalmed, enclosed in a silver coffin and buried in the Alhambra in a sepulchre of precious marble amidst the unfeigned lamentations of his subjects who bewailed him as a parent.

There are also stories here, such as "Legend Of Prince Ahmed Al Kamel, or The Pilgrim of Love" and "The Legend of the Moor's Legacy" which echo elements of such fairytales as Aladdin and his Cave of Wonders. Items and people are enchanted and trapped for all eternity or until curses are completely broken, but every year on the eve of the festival of St. John, enchantments can be broken for one night by those wearing magical talismans. There is one quote especially that sums up my impression in not only reading this book but my love for books in general:


In present day, when popular literature is running into the low levels of life and luxuriating on the vices and follies of mankind; and when the universal pursuit of gain is trampling down the early growth of poetic feeling, and wearing out the verdure of the soul, I question whether it would not be of service for the reader occasionally to turn to these records of prouder times and loftier modes of thinking; and to steep himself to the very lips in old Spanish romance.


Irving went on to serve as the US Ambassador to Spain from 1842-1845, before retiring to Sunnyside, his estate in the Hudson Valley area of New York.  Sunnyside also became a sort of retreat for other writers during Irving's lifetime. After his passing, Irving was buried at nearby Sleepy Hollow cemetery.


History mingles with legends and myths quite a bit in this work, which, when mixed with Irving's compelling writing style, makes this such an entertaining read for history junkies. 
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review 2015-10-10 19:31
Review | The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George
The Little Paris Bookshop: A Novel - Nina George,Simon Pare

Monsieur Perdu calls himself a literary apothecary. From his floating bookstore in a barge on the Seine, he prescribes novels for the hardships of life. Using his intuitive feel for the exact book a reader needs, Perdu mends broken hearts and souls. The only person he can't seem to heal through literature is himself; he's still haunted by heartbreak after his great love disappeared. She left him with only a letter, which he has never opened. After Perdu is finally tempted to read the letter, he hauls anchor and departs on a mission to the south of France, hoping to make peace with his loss and discover the end of the story. Joined by a bestselling but blocked author and a lovelorn Italian chef, Perdu travels along the country’s rivers, dispensing his wisdom and his books, showing that the literary world can take the human soul on a journey to heal itself.





Translated from German by Simon Pare, The Little Paris Bookshop was another title on my highly anticipated releases of 2015. I mean, what bookworm isn't going to be curious about a story written around a man who doles out book titles as medicine, calling his bookshop The Literary Apothecary? No brainer, right?! Having now read the book, I personally feel the synopsis is a little misleading, at least in part. 


From his boat on the Seine, Jean Perdu runs his floating bookshop where he listens to the life troubles of booklovers and suggests titles that would pertain to their particular situations. Jean's trouble is, he can't seem to heal from his own personal heartache, a woman who suddenly and mysteriously walked away from their relationship 20 years earlier, leaving only a sealed letter. For these 20 years, Jean has never opened the letter, assuming it would just be your garden variety "Dear John" type explanation that would only make the break sting more. Jean befriends a woman in his apartment building, who convinces him to finally find out what his old flame had to say for herself. When he does finally read the letter, Jean is shocked at what it says. So much so that he soon decides to take his boat and go on an impromptu boat trip chasing after old ghosts. Shortly after departure, he even writes in a letter to a friend, explaining his sudden need to up and leave all, "I'm off to tame my ghosts."


Now, the synopsis does mention Jean deciding to take this boat trip, and how he is joined by his friends, writer Max and chef Salvatore -- also hoping to find healing answers on the trip --- Salvatore wanting to heal his own love woes, Max wanting to feel inspired to write again. My issue is, given the title of the book, just how much the story focuses on the boat trip, rather than the books. Now, I can get into a good boat trip story when it's done well... the trouble here is even as a boat trip tale, it was only mildly interesting most of the time. 


The reader hangs out while the guys float down the river indulging in guy talk, dancing tango in the clubs, getting kicked out of clubs, getting stoned on the boat deck.... but what about the books?! A title or bookish reference is sprinkled here and there but largely the books are just referenced when they are used to pay for this river trip when all other funds run short. Yet, right on the front jacket flap we find this book described as "a love letter to books, meant for anyone who believes in the power of stories to shape people's lives." There is one book (a fictional title) mentioned in the story that is described as being like life to Jean but I didn't feel like I, as the reader, got a solid idea as to why. He just mentions some passages that he found moving, but you don't get a strong sense of why this book seems to be everything to him. 


I also struggled to understand Jean's fixation on his old flame, Manon. I found it to be more of a unhealthy and selfish (on Manon's part) situation. Manon is written as having this bohemian, gypsy-type spirit, speaking in poetics -- "you and I, we're like the stars" kind of stuff, without really saying much of anything. When she does talk of the love between herself and Jean, it's always about what he does for her, and what she must have from him. I just wasn't feeling her, the relationship being too conditional for my liking. But man, Jean would not let that girl go. 


So yeah, unfortunately one of my highly anticipated reads turned out to be just so-so for me. Not terrible, just not all that memorable. It started out well, there were some nice bookish bits at the start that had me hopeful, such as this little nugget:


"Books aren't eggs, you know. Simply because a book has aged a bit doesn't mean it's gone bad. What is wrong with old? Age isn't a disease. We all grow old, even books. But are you, is anyone, worth less, or less important, because they've been around for longer?" ~Jean Perdu


But as a whole, it ended up falling a little flat for me. I will say that the most interesting character for me was Samy, a woman the guys fish out of the river one night, who ends up being very important to two of them later on. I did really enjoy the way she was written. But she doesn't make an appearance until near the last bit of the novel. 


FTC Disclaimer: BloggingForBooks.com and Crown Publishers, a branch of Penguin Random House, kindly provided me with a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. The opinions above are entirely my own.

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