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text 2020-04-01 18:23
Reads for the apocalypse
Few Eggs and No Oranges: The Diaries of Vere Hodgson 1940-45 - Vere Hodgson,Jenny Hartley

I've had this one sitting around for a while - diaries from the London Blitz and WWII. This seems like a good time to read about REAL hardship, as opposed to what I'm experiencing right now, with the "hardship" of boredom and having to buy frozen chicken breasts instead of the packages of fresh ones that I prefer.


I think I'll just read a few entries a day.

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review 2016-10-05 12:00
Grab Your Tissues, You'll Need Them For This Book
Before I Go - Colleen Oakley

Note: I've put off posting this particular review, not because of the book--which was incredible--but because I now have a better understanding of part of what the main character Daisy went through. I was diagnosed with early stage breast cancer in 2015, about seven months after reading this book so it's bittersweet to see my thoughts on Daisy's journey, now knowing what I do about surgery, treatments, and the emotional toll it takes on those involved. So...I was lucky. Mine was found early and I've been cancer free for almost a year now. But for those of you who have dealt with the disease or have loved ones who have, you know that niggling sense of fear over a recurrence never goes away. And as such, I would be remiss not to forewarn you that this will be one heck of an emotional novel for you to try to get through...



What an emotional journey we take in this piece of women’s fiction. Before I Go was an honest look into Daisy’s life as she dealt with a devastating diagnosis and tried to find a way to take care of her beloved husband Jack after she was gone.

‘Then I wonder, if I knew it would turn out the same, would I want to do it all over again? This life. This body. This Lots of Cancer. I think of Jack. And I realize I knew the answer before I had fully thought the questions: Yes. I would.’

I’ll admit as I’m writing this review that I’m still a bit of an emotional wreck having just finished reading Daisy and Jack’s story. For anyone who has ever lost someone close to them from this horrible disease or who has been affected by it in any way…this book will be an emotional roller-coaster for you. But I am so glad I read it. Because even though as a reader I knew what the outcome would be for Daisy, there were some extremely touching, beautifully lighthearted moments mixed in with the poignant heartbreaking scenes.


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review 2016-01-30 16:34
The Song of the Lark by Willa Cather
The Song of the Lark - Willa Cather

Cross posted on The Bluestocking Literary Society and Goodreads.


Richly imagined, Cather’s third novel is an exploration of the passion of the artist and the strength of youth. Her main character, Thea Kronborg, child of immigrants from Moonstone, Colorado, has all of the brazen energy and boundless potential of her prairie town. She is the exceptional child in a family of many children, the others quite ordinary, a girl so relentlessly herself that the triumphant arc of her life has a feeling of inevitability, in spite of the many obstacles that she must overcome with the force of her mind and character.

The early part of the book concentrates on her time spent in Moonstone. Even as a child, many of her friends and acquaintances seem to recognize in Thea something to be nurtured. Dr. Archie, the unhappily married town doctor, introduces her to great writers, and spends time with her – in an entirely uncreepy way, thankfully – helping her intellectual development along. Her mother ensures that she has what music lessons are available, and private space in which to practice, which is a luxury in a home of at least five children. Thea herself possesses all of the engaging hubris of the child, confident in her future.

Of this child, laying in her attic room, at home, Cather says:


Life rushed in upon her from that window – or so it seemed. In reality, of course, life rushes from within not without. There is no work of art so big or so beautiful that it was not once contained within some youthful body, like this one which lay on the floor in the moonlight, pulsing with ardour and anticipation. [page 129]


Thea is a character who bursts with possibility. I can’t help but contrast Cather’s writing with Edith Wharton, another woman who was writing very different books at nearly the same time, and compare Thea to Lily Bart. Where Lily is frozen and constricted, an expensive piece of carved marble, Thea is red-blooded and expansive, fully human. Where Wharton’s characters are limited by complicated societal rules, Cather’s characters, like her landscape, are boundless and free.

When Thea is 15, her family, along with Dr. Archie, arrange for her to leave Moonstone to study music in Chicago, after she inherits a small life insurance policy from a friend. She finds herself on the train, headed east:


She smiled — although she was ashamed of it — with the natural contempt of strength for weakness, with the sense of physical security which makes the savage merciless. Nobody could die while he felt like that inside. The springs there were wound so tight that it would be a long while before there was any slack in them. The life in there was rooted deep. She was going to have a few things before she died. She realized that there were a great many trains dashing east and west on the face of the continent that night, and that they all carried yong people who meant to have things. But the difference was that she was going to get them! That was all. Let people try to stop her! She glowered at the rows of feckless bodies that lay sprawled in the chairs. Let them try it once! [page 200]


Thea bursts off the page, with her her self-confidence, her fearlessness, and her prodigious talent. Cather writes the western experience better than any other author I have ever encountered, with the possible exception of Wallace Stegner. Growing up under open skies has an impact on her characters, and she ensures that the reader understands this. You look at the world differently when you’ve lived in a place where you can stand and mark the curve of the world untouched by signs of civilization.


It was over flat lands like this, stretching out to drink the sun, that the larks sang — and one’s heart sang there, too. Thea was glad that this was her country, even if one did not learn to speak elegantly there. It was, somehow, an honest country, and there was a new song in that blue air which had never been sung in the world before. [page 202]

Her time in Chicago moves her further along the path to musical success, and one of her teachers discovers that rather than piano, it is her voice that is truly remarkable. Ultimately, over the next several sections of the book, Thea leaves Chicago, studies in Germany, and returns to New York a fully-fledged opera singer. I am again reminded of Wharton – her Pulitzer Prize winning novel The Age of Innocence begins in an opera house, where Newland Archer is knuckling under to the societal pressure that he must marry, and he must marry a young woman who is, in many ways, the polar opposite of Thea Kronborg. When Cather speaks to Thea through Fred Ottenburg, Thea’s married lover and greatest supporter, she might be speaking about May Welland:


Don’t you know that most of the people in the world are not individuals at all? They never have an individual idea or experience. A lot of girls go to boarding school together, come out the same season, dance at the same parties, are married off in groups, have their babies at about the same time, send their children to school together, and so the human crop renews itself. Such women know as much about the reality of the forms they go through as they know about the wars they learned the dates of. They get their most personal experiences out of novels and plays. Everything is second hand with them. Why, you couldn’t live like that.” [page 327]

Among Cather’s longest books, The Song of the Lark moves quickly through Thea’s development as an artist and represents a remarkable character study of a young woman who is unbowed by convention. As I continue with my Willa in Winter project, I plan to return to some of the themes that Cather is developing in this book, as my understanding deepens through further reading. I’ll end this review with Thea’s words:


She rose impatiently and walked to the edge of the cliff. “It’s waking up every morning with the feeling that your life is your own, and your strength is your own, and your talent is your own; that you’re all there, and there’s no sag in you.” [page 290].

I can’t help but feel that Willa Cather had no sag in her, either.


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text 2016-01-12 03:07
Reading progress update: I've read 59%.
The Voyage Out - Virginia Woolf

I mod an interesting group on Goodreads full of eclectic, occasionally odd, readers like myself. We read only dead authors. This year we are doing a genre challenge - we've assigned each month a genre. January was action/adventure/travel.


I mention this only because that is why I am reading this book - it nominally fits under the heading of "travel." I think it is deeply funny that my goodreads group chose Virginia Woolf as the book for an action/adventure/travel genre. That tells you basically everything you need to know about this group of readers.


As for this book, it's good. It is much less impenetrable than To The Lighthouse, a book I have read twice and understand, perhaps, 10% of (on a good day). 

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text 2015-12-31 17:49
Reading progress update: I've read 270 out of 688 pages.
Testament of Youth - Vera Brittain,Mark Bostridge

I've not made any progress on this one lately - I took it to work, and have been driving it around in my car for months (the downside to having something in print, I suppose). It fits nicely with my reading plan for next year, though, so I'll pick it up in 2016!

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