Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Last Five (or Six)

I have been doing a weak job posting to the blog lately, so in an effort to get some new content up, I am defaulting to more book reviews.  Since last I posted about my reading list, I have finished five books.  I am nearly done a sixth and as long as the ending is not a big letdown, Ordinary Grace by William Kent Krueger is my favorite of all the books in this post.*

Mandy by Julie Andrews Edwards
As has been documented on this blog, I am a serious Julie Andrews fan.  Her children's book Mandy reminded me of The Secret Garden, which I loved as a child.  I enjoyed Mandy, but probably would have enjoyed it more had I read it 25 years ago. 


One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey
I really liked the Jack Nicholson movie based on this book, so when I saw the novel on clearance, I picked it up.  The character of McMurphy is original and entertaining and the plot is compelling.  The book is narrated by the Chief, so it spends more time floating around his brain than the movie does.  I found the sections of the book that delved into the Chief's psyche less interesting, but overall One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest was worth reading.

Someone Else's Love Story by Joshilyn Jackson
One of my coworkers recommended this book and lent it to me.  I have never read a Danielle Steel book, but Someone Else's Love Story was like I imagine those books to be.  It  is a romance novel with a main character named Shandi who calls her mother "Mimmy," so I could never be fully on board.  On the plus side, it was a quick read and reasonably entertaining.  (Although I thought the conclusion was lame.)

An Uncommon Education by Elizabeth Percer
I bought this book because the author is a graduate of Wellesley College and part of the book takes place at Wellesley.  Unfortunately the setting was not enough to win me over.  Aside from noting several familiar on-campus locations, I did not recognize the main character's Wellesley, where most students were cold and/or competitive.  The plot of An Uncommon Education never grabbed me and the characters were not memorable enough to salvage the book for me.

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
Apparently The Alchemist is a widely-read and beloved book.  One of the reviews on the jacket likened it to The Little Prince, which is a favorite of mine.  The Alchemist not only failed to live up to the high standard set by The Little Prince, but actively ticked me off while I was reading it.  Goofy self-help philosophies (I'm talking about you, Oprah's The Secret) offend me and the "personal legend" philosophy laid out in The Alchemist really offended me.  I felt that this book was neither entertaining nor deep.  The characters Santiago encounters during his journey were forgettable, unlike the characters in The Little Prince.  I was expecting Santiago's treasure to be revealed as love or family, which would have been predictable and hokey, but even worse was that the treasure was. . . treasure.  His "personal legend"/purpose in life was getting his hands on a bunch of dough.  I strongly disliked this book. 


*I finished Ordinary Grace this morning (a day after starting this post) and I stand by my recommendation.  The story is told from the point of view of an adult looking back on a very dramatic summer when he was 13 years old. In that way, it reminded me of To Kill a Mockingbird, one of my all-time-favorite books.  The narrator Frank's pastor father Nathan had a bit of an Atticus Finch vibe, which is probably the highest compliment a fictional father can receive.  By the end of the book I was very attached to Frank, his little brother Jake, their father, their family friend Gus, and a number of other members of their community.  I tend to value character development over plot, so appreciating so many of the characters that William Kent Krueger created pretty much guaranteed my love of this book, but the plot was compelling as well.  (And made me cry on the T more than once.)  I would usually avoid a book that was described by author Dennis Lehane as "a pitch-perfect, wonderfully evocative examination of violent loss."  I am glad I didn't skip this one. 


Monday, November 17, 2014

The Big Nine-Oh

Grampa Donovan's 90th birthday was this past Saturday, so our family gathered to celebrate his special day as well as my grandparents' upcoming 65th wedding anniversary.  I am extremely grateful to everyone who took the time to travel to and attend the celebration.  My mother's cousin RJ delayed his return flight to Tanzania just to be there.  Her cousin Bob and his wife Sarah woke up at 2am to fly up from Florida.  Happy tears had already been shed that day, but my mum lost it when Bob and Sarah surprised everyone by walking into the party.  The ten cousins of my mum's generation had not all been together in a long time, so it was a nice reunion.  I wish I had taken more pictures, but there were so many people to visit and the day went by in a flash.  The photos are limited, but it was a fun celebration and I was pleased to see both of my grandparents so happy.  (Grampa was especially delighted to see his sister Lillian and his sister-in-law Anna).  Here are a few shots from the party:

Nana & Grampa with their four children
Nana and Grampa with the Belchertown Donovans
Nana & Grampa with the Duquettes
Nana & Grampa with six of their grandchildren
All ten Donovan/Duquette cousins together for the first time in years
Grampa as Up's Carl Frederickson

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Two Weeks

Thanksgiving is two weeks from today and my family has locked down our plan for 2014: We will be celebrating at my parents' house again this year.  As the Queen of Nostalgia, I am quick to remark that the holiday may never again be as amazing as it was for the majority of my first 26 fourth Thursdays in November when my dad's entire family gathered to celebrate at my great-grandparents'/grandmother's home.  Having EVERYONE together in Turner was wonderful and I am grateful for the amazing memories.  Our current tradition is to celebrate at my parents' house or my Uncle Pat and Aunt Norleen's house.  Even though the group is smaller, we still have fun playing games-- and turning nonsense into games.

Here are some highlights from last Thanksgiving:

Dinner for Ten


I bought my parents this roasting pan because I am the BEST vegetarian daughter ever.
The ladies post-dinner.  Chef Trish has already changed into sweats.  Let the party begin.
Let the flexibility challenges begin.
Let the flexibility challenges continue.  (I can't overstate how much mileage we got out of this chair activity.  The house was completely filled with laughter.)
This photo of Uncle Pat, Nana, and Dad cracks me up.  (It cracked Nana up too.)
The annual dude cousin shot.  They get weirder every year.*
Cousins!
Any family that doesn't end Thanksgiving with a human pyramid is celebrating wrong.


*Another classic Thanksgiving bro/cuz shot.  Ryan's creepy 'stache stole the show in 2012.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Death Comes to PBS

Today I came across an article about the "Farewell, Mr. Hooper" episode of Sesame Street.  The start of the article mentions that the actor who portrayed Mr. Hooper, Will Lee, passed away on December 7, 1982.  I have a clear memory of watching that episode at my grandparents' house and being upset by it.  I was surprised that I could remember an episode that aired before I was three years old.  Then I read that the episode aired on Thanksgiving day 1983, making me a little over three years old.  (The holiday airing also explains why I remember watching the episode at my grandparents' house with my cousin David.)  The comment section for the article includes memories by many people around my age who vividly remember watching "Farewell, Mr. Hooper."  It is kind of amazing how many people were affected by the episode.

The article reminded me the "Butterflies" episode of Today's Special, another children's show that aired on PBS in the '80s.  Today's Special took place in a department store and the cast included two humans and two puppets.  The elderly night watchman, Sam Crenshaw, was the reason I refused to be called "Sam" during elementary school; I was convinced Sam was a "boys' name."  The plot of "Butterflies" is outlined on this page.  Muffy the mouse befriends a monarch butterfly named Hazel.  I went into a full meltdown when Hazel died near the end of the episode.  I still feel queasy when I think about the song Muffy sang at Hazel's funeral.  "Butterflies" aired in 1984, so not long after "Farewell, Mr. Hooper."  I wish I could state that after three decades I am better equipped to handle death (at the very least on TV), but if I were to rewatch these episodes today, I would be a mess.  It is probably a good thing that I can't find a clip of Muffy singing "We Love You Hazel," as I would be openly weeping in my office if I were to hear it.