Reading: The Name of the Wind

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I recently finished reading my favorite book in the world, “The Name of the Wind,” for the third time. It is written by Patrick Rothfuss. It is part of a trilogy. The third one has yet to be released. Bated breath, folks. Bated breath.

The reason I love this book is because it can appeal to anyone. I am a lover of fantasy. Science fiction. The surreal. And while this book is set in another world and it has magic and such, it is written in a more fluid fictional first person narrative. Meaning the main character is telling his story and he can be related to by most. The words in this book are pure poetry.

I wish I could quote some of my favorite verses. There are so many quotable sayings in the book. Unfortunately, I recently read you cannot print a quote from a book without permission from the author. And, thus, I shall not. It makes me more than slightly nauseous to think of Patrick Rothfuss reading my drivel.

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It does take a bit to get into the book. Each time I read it, I get stuck on the first thirty pages for about two days. But then the story opens up. And you get lost in it.

The story centers around Kvothe. It starts out with him as an inn keeper relating his story back to a transcriber. And boy what a story! The main premise of this book is him getting to The University to try to learn the name of the wind. It is what Harry Potter would be if it was set to poetry and music. And I say that with the highest regard, because if I ever won the lottery, the very first thing I would purchase is the first edition Harry Potter book.

Kvothe is an unlikely hero. Well, aren’t all heroes usually unlikely? So, I guess he is a likely hero. You are definitely rooting for him even as you disagree with some of the choices he makes. But that is what makes this book great. Not good. Because you do care. You care about a character who does not exist. True magic. That is what that is.

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As soon as I finished this book, I promptly picked up the second one (for the second time) and breezed through it. And then, in a purely nerdy fashion… I made notes and guesses about what I thought was going to happen in book three.

Then I googled it. Because that is how much I love this book. I found forums discussing just this very subject. I swiftly felt like an idiot. So many wonderful theories and ways to look at these books. Not only did I not feel worthy to post my theories, but I also left the forums firmly believing that Patrick Rothfuss is a genius. If what these people theorize is correct, he will have brought the whole story together so beautifully. And unbelievably intelligently. I cannot even stand it. That is how smart these books are.

Have you read these books? Are you anxiously awaiting the finale? Do you have any recommendations of your own for me to read while I am waiting? And tell me I am not alone in my firm belief that brains are mightier than brawn in making a grown woman swoon.

P.S. You can always check out Patrick Rothfuss’ blog in my blog roll. And his Facebook page is wonderful. But my favorite post of his was one he wrote this past Valentine’s Day. He is such a beautiful writer. This might be the best blog post ever written. Oh! Also, I just want to quickly note that he curses on his blog. This does not bother me. But you should be warned, in case that affects you negatively.

Reading: THE FAULT IN OUR STARS

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I have been reading a lot lately. Escapism. It’s a disease. Which brings us to the book I want to discuss:

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This month, for book club (a group of my girlfriends who meet monthly), we are reading THE FAULT IN OUR STARS by John Green. I had dreaded reading it. It is about a sixteen year old girl dying of cancer. I was told it was sad, but also funny. I try to avoid sad. My heart can’t take it.

I started the book and had to set it down every chapter. It was very hard to read. I have a teenage daughter. I did not know if I could go on after the first chapter.

Page twenty five. Closed book. Cried. Told myself I could read this.

Page forty. Closed book. Cried. Told my husband I could not read this.

Page seventy. I didn’t see it coming. It hit me unexpectedly. More tears. But I was committed.

Let’s consolidate the tears to pages, shall we: 99, 103, and oh, 117, you hurt, 121, 208 (I don’t know why), 259-the end of the book. But 296-297 crushed my soul.

I read the book in one day. I am going to be honest. To get it over with. It was a beautiful, well written tragedy. And I could not find the humor. I just found it so incredibly sad. Yes, the main character is perfect. He wrote a fantastic, sarcastic sixteen year old girl who is dying.

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John Green is a wonderful writer. His words flow. You can picture every nuance in this girl’s life. You want her to live, even as he tells you again and again that she won’t.

If you can handle the real world and you love beautifully written words, you will love this book. I am not one of those people in the first half of that sentence.

It is very reminiscent of a Jodi Piccoult book, which I had quit reading years ago, because everything was so damned tragic.

Here are some highlights from the book:

The mother: This character was amazing. She was the character who broke my heart. She was the mother you would hope you would be in this situation.

Love story: the book is a love story. I do not want to give anything away, except to say, it obviously cannot end well.

What I got from the book:

I want to go to Amsterdam. It sounds so lovely.

Champagne sounds more delightful than it truly is.

And, why haven’t they found a darn cure for cancer all ready?

I did hug my daughter all day today. She thinks I am a total freak. Then I started sobbing. Yep, she is very pleased I read this book.

Would this be a book I recommend? I do not know…

My friends (aka adults) loved this book. Most people who have read it do.

I did not.

My eyes are still puffy as I write this. The book was very sad. Did I all ready mention that?

Yep, sad.

It is a book that sticks with you. I admire his writing. The words were beautiful. However…

I am going back to my teenage fantasy romance. Will the werewolf get the girl? Who knows. But at least it won’t break my heart.

What is a good book you are reading right now? Do you have any recommendations for me? I love to talk fiction.

P.S. Am I the only one hyperventilating with excitement over the mystery creature that washed up on Spain’s shores this week? And, that is not an oar fish! ; )

Reading: “Emily of the New Moon”

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When I wrote a post proclaiming my love for ANNE OF GREEN GABLES, Sarah from That Damn Green Dress told me about a series of books I had never heard of. Thank you Sarah! They are by the same author as “Anne of Green Gables,” L.M. Montgomery. The series is about a young girl, Emily. It begins with the first book, EMILY OF NEW MOON.

I found my edition at the used book store for $2. I loved it immediately. I also purchased the DVD version for $7 from Amazon. I cannot wait to watch it!

I must sit down and read LITTLE WOMEN once a year. It takes me back to a time when people seemed so genuine and proud. There were no such things as the travesties of “booty shorts” or “fast food.” This book reminded me of Louise Alcott’s writing mixed with the magic of Rahl Dahl.

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The book is beautiful. The language is flowery and transportive. Where else will you read the word peccadillo? I vow to use the word as soon as I make a mistake. Which, hopefully will not be soon.

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Here are some quotes I enjoyed:

“Sometimes I’ve been afraid that she would get so far ahead of me in the ways of eternity that I’d never catch up.”…Isn’t that so eloquent? I think that this is a thought all spouses have in worrying or dealing with their partner passing.

“Really-truly fairies?” she questioned.

“Why, you know, if a fairy was really-truly it wouldn’t be a fairy,” said Uncle Jimmy seriously. “Could it, now?”

“Emily allowed them all to enter the outer court of her temple of friendship but only Rhoda was admitted to the inner shire.”

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I was so fascinated with this book, that I googled the author. I felt such a kinship to her, even though she passed away decades before I was born. How sad her real life was. I wish I could have known her and befriended her. I feel as though we both have witnessed the world through the same misty tilted glasses prescribed by a doctor who everyone insists does not exist.

I told my husband this book has sealed the deal on us taking a trip to Prince Edward Island when the children are out of the house. It sounds so beautiful and magical. I long to go there.

I cannot wait to read the other two books. I purchased them used from Amazon. I am pacing myself, because it is rare to find such treasures. I do not want them to be over. Each page has a sentence or paragraph with a unique view of the world that I have never thought of. I have to look up from the book and soak in some of the amazing sentences. This book represents to me real magic. The magic of one woman’s mind. I cannot recommend it enough.

My Crazy Obsession

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“My Crazy Obsession” is a show on TLC. I am, well, I am…obsessed.

Things I Have Learned From Watching This Show:

* You can keep a deceased rabbit frozen in your freezer and still have it stuffed ten years later.

* The average freezer will hold ten dead pets and a quart of ice cream.

* It shouldn’t.

* There are many varieties of squirrel tombstones.

* Outfits for squirrels are expensive.

* I need to learn to sew.

* You can buy an airline ticket for a mannequin. And buckle it up, on take off.

* You can be cremated and placed in an old ketchup container.

* Dolls are a big thing. A big scary thing.

* Speaking of which, a love doll can be called a virgin. This poses way too many questions in my head.

* Who knew they were called love dolls?

* People will buy these used. And call it a good deal.

* I have a very weak stomach.

* Love comes in all forms.

* You can feed your friends garbage and this will not make them happy. (Don’t worry, I all ready knew this! Just checkin’ to see if you are reading.) And yes, someone did this.

* Women in the 1950s had small feet. And small shoes.

* I would be barefoot in the 1950s.

* I would not be able to tell if someone was wearing a wig.

* A 300 pound man can sleep in a crib. Or they make cribs large enough to fit a 300 pound man. I have not done the research. Just knowing it is one of these two scenarios is enough.

* They make onesie pajamas in adult sizes. With teddy bears…And tears.

* You can own a capybara.

* You shouldn’t.

* Wedding cake lasts a long damn time in the freezer, especially with dead rabbits as companionship.

* The cameramen taping this show are made of stone.

* And they are geniuses.

* Housing regulations and child protective services must be pretty lenient.

* If you put a troll doll in the freezer (because why wouldn’t you?), it needs a scarf to keep it warm.

* This is a quote, “He wants the man cave. And I want the room for my trolls.”

* Trolls eat men. And live in caves. I do not see a problem here.

* Swimsuits are used for many things. Except swimming.

* “Stuffed” and “mounted” are funny words…

* For Taxidermy.

* A live squirrel should play in bed with you. A dead squirrel should be thrown in the kitchen sink.

* I have never spent so much time thinking about squirrels.

* Freezers should be used for everything. Except food.

* When staring at a dead giraffe in someone’s home, it is important to say the following quote, “You know, it’s just animals you only get to see on t.v….and to see them LIVE is
pretty neat.”

* Yes, “live.”

* “Get out there and start peeling, my son,” is something I hope to never say.

* Or hear again.

* Mickey Mouse makes everything better.

* And I have too much time on my hands.