Monday, April 23, 2012

pulp fiction or book review monday

There is this one shelf right by the entrance of our library called "lucky day" and on this shelf are all the books that people want right now. Usually each one has about 200 holds on it so you're only alloted two weeks to read them. Now under normal circumstances I would keep an ear out for what people are reading and then put a book on hold. But since the life of a mama with two young kids, and an overwhelming desire to "sleep when the baby sleeps" even though said baby is now two and a half, doesn't really afford that luxury, I am forever indebted to the library for this service.
I should probably re-do that sentence but it's late and I'm half watching Mad Men so just go with me on this. I must admit that I have a slight addiction to this shelf. If I see anyone near it I get a little antsy and I may or may not knock Ian down to cause a diversion so that I can get my hands on something that looks interesting. Desperate? Maybe. But it's been a LONG winter so again, just go with me on this. Aside from checking out some very confusing science fiction and one soft core porn book (the title French Lessons sounded promising but looking back I probably should have known), I've had some very interesting reads. So if your looking for a book to take on your trip to the french riviera, I'm sorry we can no longer be friends, but if you find yourself locked in a closet while you're supposed to be playing hide and seek with your children, I've got a few suggestions and maybe some to avoid.

Oh Mindy. She does warn us in the beginning that she's no Tina Fey but even though I read Bossypants a year ago I still couldn't shake the comparisons. Still the last few chapters finally got me laughing out loud. And the one about dating men instead of boys is worth the price of the book. If you're the sort who actually buys books. Amy O. you will particularly love the Kids In The Hall references.
I realize I'm a little late to the party on this one but I thought I'd throw in my two cents anyway. I read a book called the Maze Runner a couple years ago and this kind of reminded me of it. I think it's a very well written story and I liked the suspense. But I've decided the Apocalyptic/Dystopian society genre isn't really for me. Although I didn't let it stop me from seeing the movie. I liked Katniss but Peeta just made me giggle. Couldn't they find someone taller than her? I thought Finn from Glee would have been much better. Cute, tall, strong, but still a little vulnerable. The movie sort of felt like the book. Well done, just not really my thing.

This one was definitely worth the twenty minutes it took to read it. It actually reads like a story so you need to start from the beginning. Take it on a road trip and read it to your significant other as they are driving to keep them entertained.

I'm a pretty big Jane Austen fan so I was excited about this one. It's a murder mystery that takes place a few years after the two big weddings of Pride and Prejudice. I thought it was worth it just to get a little more of Elizabeth and Darcy's story. There were a lot of parts where I couldn't stop smiling, especially her twists at the end.

I'm a little embarrassed to put this on the list but like I said, there was someone eyeing the book and so I felt the need to take it. I finished it so that says something right? It's not that the story's bad it's just that it feels like he's going through the motions. Here is a quote from the book:

"On his way home from the pool hall, Thibault remembered his second tour in Iraq. It went like this, Fallujah, spring 2004."
Or my translation,
"Seriously, can someone please just write me a check for a million dollars because I don't really feel like coming up with a legitimate transition paragraph."

And finally, The Paris Wife. This was by far my favorite. I must preface this by saying I went through a serious Ernest Hemingway phase while I was living in a shabby Chicago apartment that he and his first wife inhabited after they got married. This book is about that marriage from her perspective. I think it would be classified as historical fiction. I don't know how the author managed to write with such detail but I suspect she did her homework. She created such sympathetic characters that you feel their heartbreak instead of judging their actions. I couldn't believe that I cried as much as I did towards the end. She manages to give a strong voice to a woman who rarely gets more than a line in the volumes on Hemingway's life. This was one of my favorite paragraphs from the book:

"But in the alleyways behind the marketplace, fruit and meat rotted in crates. Rats crawled; pigeons crowded and pecked each other savagely trailing feathers and lice. This was reality, and though living with Ernest was giving me more tolerance for the real than ever before, it made me feel sick even so. It was like looking into the gutters at the Place de la Contrescarpe, where colored dyes ran freely from the flower vendor's carts: brief false lushness, and ugliness underneath. What had Ernest said way back when in Chicago? Love is a beautiful liar? Beauty was a liar too. When I saw the rats the first time, I wanted to drop my basket where it was and run away, but we weren't rich enough for symbolic gestures. So I walked."

Happy Reading!

Sunday, April 22, 2012

parting shots

Oh, these five. I could tell you some stories. Within five minutes of seeing each other, they are all in matching pajamas. It's like something out of a science fiction novel. One minute I'm hugging everyone hello and the next minute there's a screaming blur of pink cotton running past me. But the joy is contagious and even though there are some very significant fights. Like whether or not the red berry on fruit ninja is a bomb or your secret to a high score, all is forgiven and the wounds are mended with ice cream and the sharing of a My Little Pony. It is a lesson for all of us really.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Miles away & some gushing

It's funny how a short term change of scenery can be so good for the soul. Maybe it was all the cousin love or the infectious giggles of five kids under five. It was probably the daily intake of Cinnabons but I'm not going to think about that. My mind said that because they were mini it wasn't going to count but then my belly volunteered some counter arguments...and won. Ian even nicknamed it, "fawt towmy" and laughs to high heaven. But I digress.
This weekend we high-tailed it out of dodge for a weekend celebrating my amazing mother in law. I should and one day will, write an entire 10 page blog post on how crazy lucky I am to have her in my life, single spaced. With extra points because she doesn't even know about my little space here in cyber world.
Simply put, Jeanette Hsieh is an inspiration. She not only showers me with thoughtful gifts but with wise counsel and heart filled gestures. She's single-handedly responsible for some major good things in my life. She was a professor at Wheaton when I started school there. In our first conversation more than 17 years ago she convinced me to go into teaching. She said it was because she saw something. In our second conversation she introduced me to my future husband. Pretty impressive so far right? Oh, there's more. She bought me my first strand of pearls. She called me one month after I had Ava, while I was wandering our neighborhood pushing a stroller and crying and told me she was on her way to pick me up and take me shopping. I got an outfit from Nordstrom and Ava got a wardrobe from Janie and Jack. You get the picture. She is superwoman.
We were invited by Trinity University to come and recognize her for her achievements at the school. From being a dean to being it's President she had served with grace and integrity and this year she will be retiring. I hope she writes a book. A legacy of her role as a woman of high ranking in the evangelical community. Whatever she chooses to do I will be so proud of her and always in awe of her inhuman abilities and awe-inspiring achievements. And mostly, I hope that someday I can emulate even a small portion of her awesome mother-in-law-ness.

First time flying with four seats!
Cousins posing for their album cover
Does it get any cuter then this? Guess who bought their matching outfits? Nai Nai!
Yeh Yeh gets a little pre party love
Telling secrets
Mischievious Amarie gets her hands on a big girl glass
Ladies in waiting
The program
Ben and Matt get a turn to bring some lighthearted humor to the occasion
Celebrating the next morning at our favorite breakfast spot with the guest of honor!

Monday, April 9, 2012

Monday, April 2, 2012

happy hostages

Today was a beautiful day. I'm happy to report that although we haven't seen it in awhile, the sky is still blue. Birds do exist and spring flowers are all around us even if we can't hear or see them every day. (Or every 20 or 30 days.) So instead of our usual routine we let the spring day take us where it would.
We chose walks over playroom trains
and friends over quiet reading
and twirling over tv
and love notes over laundry
And in the captivity of spring all was right with the world again

Sunday, April 1, 2012

spring break snapshots

I'm clinging to the delusions that although there's only five hours of spring break left I'm still going to finish two more books, take a dozen afternoon naps, browse Nordstrom Rack, write my first novel, and scrapbook the first two years of Ian's life. It's been a good run. Even though there's never enough time to do everything I imagine in my head, we've made the most of our staycation and logged a few more miles in the family memory bank.

Our favorite slice of Portland. Train. Toy Store. Bunk. Ice Cream.
Then we road-tripped it South for a day.
My hot chauffeur
I had high expectations for this trip
My little companions were happy to run and play
The plan to wear them out...
Worked like a charm
Family hike
This guy moved a little quicker then the Hsieh clan
The first thing every trip had in common...peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
little diva
The wind really cooperated with this dramatic pose
Then we decided to join the other 200,000 children that live in the area and visit the Children's Museum
We made the most of it
Until we didn't
Which led to this...the other thing every adventure had in common.
Eggtopia tradition at Hope Fellowship
Basketball with Uncle Stan
Little sugar cheeks
And lastly...we went to Wheel of Fortune with our lovely neighbors
SO...MUCH...FUN!
First of all. Pat is hilarious. I tried to sweet talk the security guard into letting me spin the wheel but I'm afraid I would have had to agree to more than I was prepared for. So I said my goodbye's and left. My dreams of being pulled out of the crowd and replacing Vanna because she came down with a sudden case of whooping cough were not realized. But I did get a flashing wheel pin as a parting gift. Just as good.