Book Review: The Bad Mother’s Handbook by Kate Long

1233206I found this book at the St George’s Church Hall Official BookCrossing Zone in Waterlooville. I was surprised how much I enjoyed it. I think the cover threw me at first; pastel book covers with titles in unusual fonts normally make me run a mile! I know…I know: never judge a book by its cover!

I found the characters believable and their stories engaging. The humour and wisdom sprinkled throughout the book made me smile. I had tears in my eyes at one point. I think most mothers would be able to relate to all the women. I certainly could.

My only criticism would be that telling three people’s stories all in the first person was confusing, even with the slightly different fonts used. Nan’s voice was very clear, but I sometimes thought I was reading Charlotte when I was actually reading Karen’s and vice versa.

This book deserves a wide audience, so I will endeavour to release it somewhere where someone who will appreciate it might pick it up…maybe outside a Mothercare store!

3/5 – I liked it.

Book Review: ‘Horowitz Horror’ by Anthony Horowitz

1366911This book of short stories, although aimed at readers about twenty years younger than myself, was both entertaining and educational. Anyone interested in writing horror or short stories (or both) would be well advised to read this collection. The prose is swift and lean, the suspense masterful and the humour/horror balance pitched just right. Horowitz takes everyday objects, people and places and gives them a creepy, unexpected twist.

4/5 – I really liked it.

Book Review: ‘The History of Love’ by Nicole Krauss

3867Having had this book recommended to me by several people, I had very high hopes for it. I am pleased to report I was not disappointed. However, this is a book for which you need to keep all your wits about you. The following quote from the book nicely sums up its potential for confusion:

”The History of Love starts when Alma is ten, right?” I said. My mother looked up and nodded. “Well how old is she when it ends?” “It’s hard to say. There are so many Almas in the book.” “How old is the oldest?” “Not very. Maybe twenty.” “So the book ends when Alma is only twenty?” “In a way. But it’s more complicated than that. She isn’t even mentioned in some chapters. And the whole sense of time and history in the book is very loose.”

Having realised not far into the novel that it was going to keep me on my toes, I slowed down and tried to digest every word so I didn’t get lost. This may sound like hard work, but the effort was well worth it; by the end I was in floods of tears. The last page is breathtaking in its simplicity, and having come to know the two characters involved, I could do nothing else but cry for them. It has left me in a very melancholy mood, but that is no bad thing.

The writing is beautiful, the characters are sensitively and convincingly drawn, the plot is complex, but the story is both simple and pure, funny and sad. A delight to read. I can’t wait to read it again.

4/5 – I really liked it.

Book Review: ‘Vanishing Acts’ by Jodi Picoult

14865I hate abandoning books half-way through, and, this year, there have only been two that I haven’t finished. The first was Getting Rid of Matthew by Jane Fallon (The less said about that the better.), and the other was Vanishing Acts by Jodi Picoult. My mum is a Picoult fan, and about a year ago she gave me a stack of her books to read. Three days ago, I finally picked one up and started reading. I stopped reading at page 100, my cut off for books that haven’t fully engaged me earlier on.

It’s not that this book is bad, it’s just that it’s annoying. I found the main character, Delia Hopkins, irritating, and, after 100 pages, I just didn’t care about her or her story any more. The plot seemed contrived: Delia Hopkins has always been good at finding things, and, as an adult, she makes a living as a finder of lost children. Now what would be the most devastating thing for her to find out? That’s right. That she, herself, was also lost (kidnapped) as a child. I could handle this idea, if it wasn’t the crux of the whole book. This is something that might work if the story was about a case she was working on, and then she found out her own secret at the end, but it doesn’t happen like that. She finds out in the first few chapters and then (I’m guessing here because I haven’t read on.) the rest of the book is about her unravelling her own mystery. I don’t think the reader is given enough time to get to know Delia as a person before she becomes a whiny, snivelling victim. The other thing that put me off was that the story is written from four different first person perspectives, which are hard to follow because each voice is not distinctive enough. Sometimes I forgot whose story I was reading.

1/5 – I didn’t like it.

Book Review: ‘The Bluest Eye’ by Toni Morrison

5219In her Afterword to this book, Toni Morrison writes that she wanted The Bluest Eye to be moving rather than touching. In my opinion. she certainly achieved her aim. This is a story which explores some of humanity’s darkest issues: racism and child abuse in its many forms, and Morrison doesn’t pussy-foot around these issues, she confronts them head on, and in graphic detail.

Pecola, a young black girl, believes she is ugly, and that having blue eyes (like the white girls she admires) will make her beautiful. She is bullied at school and neglected by her family. Eventually, she is raped by her father and becomes pregnant with his child, and, after being ostracised by her community, she finally succumbs to severe mental illness.

What makes this story both more and less bearable for me is that Morrison gives each of her characters a history which allowed me to understand (and sometimes sympathise with) even the vilest of the offenders in Pecola’s life.

The prose itself is a joy to read, which makes the subject matter seem all the more dire.

A beautiful rendition of ugliness.

5/5 – It was amazing!

Book Review: ‘The Pianist’ by Władysław Szpilman

777033It took me a long time to settle into this book. It is heavy with narrative (which, I suppose, is one of the characteristics of a memoir), and I always find that hard going. Also, the writing seemed very dispassionate, which struck me as odd given the emotive subject matter, but as I got into the book I began to realise that the author was probably in a state of shock when he wrote it. The most harrowing events are exposed for what they are because they are not over-dramatised or embellished with clever prose.

At the end of the book, having read Szpilman’s own account of life in Warsaw between 1939 and 1945, and the diary entries of the German officer who came to his aid, I was left wondering how the events of WWII had been allowed to happen. It seems preposterous and utterly, utterly wrong, yet I know similar atrocities are still happening in the world today. The epilogue, written by one of Szpilman’s friends, goes some way to explaining events, but I find myself with this quote echoing in my mind: All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.

Book Review: ‘The Giver’ by Lois Lowry

228303The easiest way to describe this book is as Nineteen Eighty-Four for children, but that would be selling it short. Although written for children, this book easily engaged me. Jonas is a likeable character, and I couldn’t help rooting for him.

One of the rules of the community in which Jonas lives is that all members should speak with a ‘precision of language’. This precision of language is refected in the tight, spare prose used to tell the story. Not a word is wasted, and it is a delight to read. The images evoked are vivid and the weirdness of a near-emotion-free community is quite unnerving at times, as is the whole idea of Sameness. The story made me grateful for all the freedom of choice I have, even taking into account all the pain and suffering that can come with it. A world without choice, without colour, without music, without love would not be a world that I would want to live in.

I’ll be keeping this book on my bookshelf so that I can pass it to my own children, both for their enjoyment and their education.

5/5 – It was amazing!

Book Review: ‘The Boy in the Striped Pajamas’ by John Boyne

39999Bruno is nine years old, and, like most children, he is completely oblivious to anything that doesn’t directly affect him. All he is concerned about is that his father, a Commandant in the German army, is moving him and his family away from their friends, family and comfortable home in Berlin to a run-down house in the middle of nowhere, where the only thing of note is a fence that runs for miles and separates them from the people who live on the other side, the people in the striped pyjamas. One day, friendless and bored, Bruno decides to follow the fence to find out where it goes and meets Shmuel, a boy whose head is shorn, who wears striped pyjamas and who has also been uprooted from his home and family. But that’s where their similarities end. Nevertheless they become firm friends, drawn together by their shared feelings of hopelessness and isolation.

To say any more about the plot would ruin what, in my opinion, is a stunning ending. I won’t say I couldn’t see it coming, but it still stunned me when it hit. And it does hit. It really is hard to say anything else without spoiling things for those who haven’t read it yet.

For me, this book is about how children see the world, how what seems earth-shatteringly important to adults, has no meaning to the young and vice versa. It reads like a fable, and I think it has a lesson to teach us all about the dangers of thinking of humankind in terms of ‘them and us’. Whenever we come across a fence, we should tear it down.

5/5 – It was amazing!

Book Review: ‘Small Island’ by Andrea Levy

587076This is an amazing book, both beautifully written and horribly uncomfortable. It roused all sorts of emotion in me: at the start of the book, I found I could muster little sympathy for any of the four main characters; they all came across as fairly unpleasant. But by the end of the book, my heart broke for all of them, even Bernhard (who I found hard to like at all, even given his difficult upbringing and wartime experiences). The way the book is written–from alternating points of view, and jumping around in place and time–allowed me to get to know and understand all the characters, their past, their present, their motivations. I was confronted with the sheer horror of war, and felt overwhelmingly grateful for the comfortable and safe lives that I and my family live. And perhaps the most difficult aspect of this book for me was the awful, awful racism that white, British people (and white American GIs) showed to the black immigrants and soldiers. It boggles my mind that people could be so cruel and unloving, especially when confronting a common enemy.

This is a superb book that will haunt me for a long time. I would love to read it again some day, and will certainly look out for more writing from Andrea Levy.

5/5 – It was amazing!

Book Review: ‘The Secret Life of Bees’ by Sue Monk Kidd

37435Set in 1960’s America, The Secret Life of Bees is the story of Lily Owens, a young girl, whose life is haunted by the accidental death of her mother. After her mother’s death, Lily is raised by her abusive father and by a black nanny, Rosaleen. Whilst on her way to register to vote, Rosaleen insults three of the county’s most vehement racists and is beaten and jailed. Fearing that Rosaleen will be killed by her attackers, Lily helps her escape from the hospital where she is being treated and held prisoner, and together they go on the run. Still questioning her mother’s death and love, Lily heads toward a town where she believes her mother once lived. There she finds the beekeeping Boatwright sisters, May, June and August, who take her in. Living in their house, she finally discovers the truth about her mother, as well unconditional love and peace of mind.

I finished The Secret Life of Bees about a week ago, and I’ve been mulling it over ever since. On the whole, it was an enjoyable read, but there was something a little off about it, and I still can’t quite put my finger on what it was. It might have been the writing itself. There were some great descriptions and figures of speech that were truly inspired, but some of it seemed to wander all over the place. It might have been the story. It is a story that deals with racism, but for me it was a little twee in places, not as gritty and uncomfortable as others I’ve read. It might have been the characters. While they were not strictly stereotypical, there was enough about them for me to want to call them predictable. It might have been the author’s use of time. On the odd occasion I did lose a sense of how fast the story was progressing. I remember at one point, feeling as if Lily had been a part of the Boatwright house for months, and then reading that only a week had passed. It might have been the moral of the story. I did feel things got preachy toward the end, and what could have been left to the reader to intuit was spelled out too clearly.

Having said all that, I did appreciate all the little snippets of bee information at the start of each chapter. Once I had read each chapter, I went back and read them again and marvelled at how well the suited the subject of the chapter. A nice touch. I was left thinking that it would be a much better world if we could just get along like the bees do! Stories about injustice, inequality and unfairness always make me angry, and this one was no exception. It’s a good anger though, it’s an anger that reminds me that when things are wrong we should all do our part to combat them.

4/5 – I really liked it