The Imperfectionists

This was very good. Some loosely woven stories of a failing newspaper. All the blurbs and reviews go on and on at how funny it is yet I actually found it kind of heartbreaking. Mostly about sad and dysfunctional people muddling through their lives. One of the stories about a young primatologist who in an effort to switch careers goes to Cairo to try out for a newspaper stringer position is quite funny but the rest are just sad. The writing is very good and clean, there are no pretensions in it. The last few stories sort of fizzle out and it loses it's earlier momentum but in the end maybe that's what is happening to the newspapers. Out with a fizzle, not a bang.

Tween Anxiety

An emergency pitstop for the Chain Reader when I was overcome with Middle School anxiety. This is basically a self-help book for the anxious Middle School mother. Some of the information is helpful---"Adolescence is a beauty pageant and every girl is automatically entered into it whether they want to be or not."

Every girl in the clique is described as a type----the Queen Bee, the Sidekick, the Target, the Conflicted Bystander...you want your daughter to be the Floater who is part of no clique and sails above the fray. Then Ms. Wiseman moves her steely eye on to the parents....like a Cosmo self quiz I anxiously tabulated the results wanting to proclaim myself the Hard Ass Loving Parent which according to Ms. Wisemen is the only good choice. Sadly I fell in the Benign Neglect Parent slot.

After that I didn't have the heart to go much further. Livvie's hardly the age where she's going out the back door at midnight to meet boys. She'll be fine.... I decided to return to my Benign Neglect and reached for the next book of fiction of the nightstand....Lolita ...The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie...Lord of the Flies....hmm ...maybe not those today.

Let the Great World Spin---Without Me

I started this after rapturous reviews from one of the founding members of the MV Bookgroup. In fact the book jacket and interior were stuffed with rapturous blurbs and reviews and it had a big fat National Book Award sticker sitting smugly on the front...but somehow I didn't like it. After discussion I realized that I do not have patience for the sort of stream of conscience writing that is very popular now. Dare I call it Letham-esque? I want someone who writes straightforward prose. I'm sure it is a good book---Jonathan Letham liked it...half of the MV book group liked it...I just didn't like it.

Reading the Classics

Here I was so happy they were reading. Until I read the reviews of these books which everyone in Olivia's class was supposedly reading. TTYL is written in text message form between three 10th graders. Apparently they are not studying for their Advanced Placement exams but getting drunk at parties and talking about sex. After I read the reviews I weakly tried to pull them out of Olivia's tight grasp. "Hee-hee-hee" she chuckled "Too late".......arrrgggghhhhh......she unerringly found the the Jacqueline Susann of tween-lit. I went down to the basement and sadly dusted off my Little House of the Prairie books that I read in 5th grade...what would Ma and Pa think?