Showing posts with label farms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label farms. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
My Favorite Country Walk to a Pub: The Bell Inn at Aldworth
One of my favorite country walks in England is a five mile loop around the Bell Inn at Aldworth. I know this part of Berkshire very well. My in-laws live in a neighboring village on the Oxfordshire side of the Thames. These rolling hills along the river are called the Goring Gap.
We usually park by a farm in Streatley and walk uphill to the Ridgeway. The Ridgeway is the oldest road in the UK, dating back to prehistoric times. Keep an eye out for horseback riders, tractors, and the occasional car. Our hardy son walked and ran 27 miles of the 87 mile Ridgeway the next day in the rain. The popular Ridgeway follows high ground to avoid the mud.
On any day of the year, England can easily be in the 50s and rainy. Luckily when our kids came to visit us for their February break, we had one dry day for our walk. Wellies (rubber boots) or hiking boots were still necessary for the footpaths on the way back to the carpark. A detailed Ordnance Survey map is a good idea too if you're walking a loop including footpaths.
Back home in New England, a blizzard was raging, but February is springtime in England. Instead of snow, there are blooming snowdrops.
About halfway through our walk, we stopped for lunch. The Bell Inn has been owned by the same family for 250 years and is located in the tiny village of Aldworth. The landlord is welcoming and has a good sense of humor. The Bell doesn't serve hot food beyond soup, but the Ploughman's Lunch (cheese, a warm bread roll, chutney, and salad) was delicious. Since it was midday, I had only a half pint of Arkells BBB.
Our teenage daughter was pleased to be legal in the UK but was too jet lagged for alcohol. Sixteen-year-olds can have beer, wine, or cider with a meal as long as they're accompanied by someone eighteen or older.
Although it was cozy inside by the fire, it can be crowded. We moved outside in the beer garden to enjoy the mild weather. Sunshine was good for the kids' jet lag too.
In the far corner of the beer garden is the secret exit to a footpath.
One of the best things about the UK is all the public footpaths crossing private lands and farms.
Since the footpath crosses through swards (Merriam Webster Dictionary retweeted this photo to illustrate the word of the day!) where livestock may be grazing, be sure to shut all gates.
The walk back to the carpark is a gentle path downhill, between the fields. After a reinvigorating week off, I'm happy to be back to work revising my young adult novel set in rural England.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Happy Thanksgiving!
I'm offline celebrating with my family. I'll be back online next week.
Corn stalks and haybarn at Rocky Ridge Orchard in Bowdoin, Maine.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Wolfe's Neck Park and Farm in Freeport, Maine
As the days get shorter, I'm gathering the warm ones to store for winter. Maine weather is quite temperamental in November. Our first snowfall was followed by days in the 50's with clear blue skies. Most leaves have fallen, but some still cling to the trees in brilliant shades of red and gold. A late frost means lingering colors.
It's deer hunting season so our hiking choices are limited, but Wolfe's Neck Park is always safe. This state park is situated on a peninsula on Casco Bay. The longest hike is only a couple of miles, but the ocean views from the wooded trails are gorgeous. It's hard to believe this wildlife sanctuary is only a short drive from the outlet shops of downtown Freeport.
On the way home, we stopped at Wolfe's Neck Farm. There's an untended farm shed where you can buy their free range meat, eggs, vegetables and soap. You write what you took and leave the money in a jam jar. It restores my faith in humanity.
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Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
From Farm to Cider Press
Last weekend we were invited to an apple cider pressing party, bring your own apples. Our favorite place to pick is Rocky Ridge Orchard in Bowdoin, as much for the pumpkin donuts as for the apples.
It's about a twenty minute drive from our house, unless you're riding in one of these classics!
Before harvesting our apples, we had roast chicken sandwiches on the patio overlooking the orchard. The maples were in peak color, and it was unusually warm, mid 60s. Autumn is my favorite time of year in Maine, but it's bittersweet, watching the leaves fall, knowing that winter is so long.
After years of practice, my daughter is an expert picker. We like Cortlands the best for eating, but any apple will work for cider, even fallen bruised ones.
photographer
herself,
my daughter
insisted
on
turning
the camera
on
me!
Later that day we biked to our friends' house
and learned how to press cider.
Two grocery bags of apples
make one gallon of cider.
The apples were dropped in the top
and cranked into the catch bucket
(the pulp was saved for the chickens.)
The juice dripped out the bottom
and was filtered before decanting.
It was the best cider ever. Cheers!
Blog Watch: Congratulations to Kristen Lindquist, this year's winner of Maine's Postmark Poetry award! You can sample her haiku poems and occasional nature photos on her blog, Book of Days.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Happy Halloween from Maine!
Pumpkin Graveyard at Rocky Ridge Orchard.
Remember, remember to wear don't-shoot-me orange in November!
Remember, remember to wear don't-shoot-me orange in November!
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Flight Behavior by Barbara Kingsolver
In the opening of Flight Behavior, Dellarobia climbs a mountain to escape her disappointing life when a vision halts her. The forrest appears to be burning but without heat. Unable to see clearly without her glasses, the young mother of two takes it as a sign to turn back. She returns to her unhappy marriage on a sheep farm where "her every possession was either unbreakable or broken."
Only later is the miracle revealed to be a wayward flock of butterflies. Monarch Butterflies usually over-winter in Mexico, but in this novel, global warming has destroyed their old roost. Feathertown, Tennessee claims the visitation as a divine blessing, but scientist Ovid Byron sees the shift in migration as a symptom of a sick ecosystem. Barbara Kingsolver's imagery cleverly reflects her message:
"Dellarobia couldn't remember a sadder-looking November. The trees had lost their leaves early in the unrelenting rain. After a brief fling with coloration they dropped their tresses in clumps like a chemo patient losing her hair."
The media seizes the opportunity and poses redheaded Dellarobia as the Venus of the Butterflies. Hoping to rescue the Monarchs, Dellarobia applies for a job as Ovid's research assistant. His Caribbean background makes him exotic, but even more enticing is his faith in her intelligence. The savior in this tale is education; the villain is ignorance. The writing is so beautiful it soars:
"At dusk she and Ovid would climb together to the barn loft. They would stand in the open door of the haymow and take these butterflies in hand, one at a time, and toss them into the air. Some would crash. And some would fly."
Flight Behavior flutters with metaphors but is grounded in science. Earthy descriptions of sheep sheering, child rearing and field biology draw the reader into a real world ravaged by climate change. Scarily, this novel isn't set in a future dystopia but in Southern Appalachia right now. The November 6th release date follows eerily in the flooded wake of Sandy. At times the narrative is nearly overwhelmed by polemic or digresses into discount shopping centers, but the wonderful characters and gorgeous writing kept me turning the pages eagerly. The resolution was deeply satisfying.
Flight Behavior reminds me of Kingsolver's earlier novel Prodigal Summer in setting and in theme but with more heart and sympathy for the male characters. It also has better focus than her last novel, The Lacuna, which had disappointed me. This new book will please Kingsolver fans and make many new ones too.
Disclosure: I borrowed an ARC from a friend, but I'd like a hardcover copy for Christmas (kids: hint, hint.)
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Wednesday, October 7, 2009
But Not For Long by Michelle Wildgen: Review & Interview
But Not For Long by Michelle Wildgen is a most sensual novel; it engages all the senses, especially taste. Food plays a central role in the lives of three characters who live and dine together at a “sustainable food” co-op. It is also a story of this Great Recession, played out in a liberal university town in heartland USA. Gas stations are shutting and charity is strained. The story unravels over a three day blackout, a time of “almost festive frustration.”
Middle-aged Hal works for a non-profit that brings donated meals to elderly shut-ins. He grew up hunting deer in the woods but is now a vegetarian. His hippy-like existence and buying organic leaves him with few savings. After his mother dies, Hal lavishes attention on an elderly woman, whom he doesn’t even like. He fears he will be even worse off in his old age than this client, but taking extra time to help her might cost him his job.
Hal’s bisexual housemate, Karin, is as wholesome as fresh milk. She grew up in a trailer park and now writes a column on small farms for a dairy industry journal (once again the food motif.) She avoids makeup to win over the farmers but doesn’t know how to milk a cow. Karin does know a lot about artisan cheese. The descriptions will make your mouth water. There is humor too:
“Karin liked her farmer’s hands filthy, her cows named, and her cheese wrapped in limp chestnut leaves. Anything else was unnatural.”
The newest housemate, Greta, is more complicated and abrasive. She’s a fundraiser for a private college and thinks in monetary terms. As for the food connection, Greta wines and dines wealthy alumni in hopes of landing large donations. An aging beauty, Greta dresses in silk for work, and her idea of loosening up is not shaving her armpits on weekends. She is the least likely person to find in this bohemian community. Ironically, Hal is attracted to Greta and the luxury she represents.
In the opening scene, a dock has been cut loose, stranding a dog (the real Morrison St. dock by Michelle Wildgen is pictured above.) An empty chair indicates the owner may have drowned earlier. The dog swims toward shore but struggles to stay afloat. Who will play hero? This narrative device is a great way to test the three main characters. The story launches with momentum and a feeling of unease. The cut raft is a central metaphor of how adrift the three housemates are in life.
The narrative tension increases when Greta’s alcoholic husband shows up dangerously inebriated on their front porch. He is the reason Greta is living in the co-op. What are the housemates to do?
To read But Not For Long is a literary treat, but it requires patience. The author loves descriptive detail, and the pace suffers from too much back story and exposition. Yet these pictures Wildgen paints with words are well worth seeing. In one plotline, Karin visits a young farmer who has lost her husband and fears for the farm’s future. The images are ominous: an empty beehive of abandoned honey and a dark cave full of ripening cheese. Still, the fields are full of wildflowers, lavender and clover. The book begs analysis and slow reading. Satire makes it fun.
Michelle Wildgen is a master of metaphor and a champion of character. Irony rules. She has a message too: modern life is divorced from the sensual, earthiness of life and community. Eat local farm food and chew with care. Savor it.
In addition to being an author, Michelle Wildgen is senior editor of the literary magazine Tin House. She has recently moved from NYC back to Wisconsin where both of her novels are set. Wildgen is a frequent farmer market shopper.
Sarah Laurence: The economic malaise in But Not For Long feels so current. I recall that you were writing this novel back in spring of 2008, when I reviewed You’re Not You, your first novel. Did you change the narrative in response to last year’s stock market crash or was this a coincidence?
Michelle Wildgen: Let’s see—I was about to say I didn’t revise it in response at all, but come to think of it, it was last fall that I was adding some last pieces about Hal and his nonprofit’s crisis, which does stem from economic fallout, so that facet was at least partially in response. But at the same time, the entire book and its fears about the general infrastructure, the faltering natural world, and the nagging fear that the people supposedly in charge are not really paying attention, was already in place well before that—for the book as well as for quite a few people, I’d guess.
SL: But Not For Long appears to reference indirectly the nonfiction book The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan and also the Slow Food Movement. What was your inspiration?
MW: In researching co-ops, I found that many were organized according to some principle, and I thought this might be a good one for my co-op. Once I follow that thread it often takes me somewhere interesting, as with the sections at the cheesemaker’s farm, which are some of my favorites. I wouldn’t say either book or organization was a direct inspiration, though absolutely I drew on both for research, because the ideas felt appropriate to this world and pique my interest.
SL: Food, especially from local organic farms, features in both of your novels. You are also a food writer. Where did you develop this passion?
MW: I just started cooking in high school because I had read a few recipes or descriptions of dishes that I’d never had; I wanted to taste them, so I learned how to make them. This was before grocery stores improved so much, and I remember arguing with my mother over what a “shitake” was and whether the Acme Click would have one.
Food appeals to me in the same way literature does—in some ingrained way I respond to this, want to know it and experience it in as many ways as I can. It just gives me pleasure to write about food, talk about food, look at photos of food. I’m really very greedy.
SL: Family background haunts the characters in But Not For Long. What was your family and hometown like?
MW: It’s a curse for a writer in some ways, especially a food-obsessed writer who suspects she really should have been Italian, but I grew up smack in the middle of the middle class in a perfectly pleasant suburb in northeastern Ohio. There wasn’t a lot of drama. And actually that may be part of why I often like to write about people and families whose lives don’t look crazily turned upside down—instead I tend to write about mundane life just as it starts to slip off the edges.
SL: Name some of your favorite novelists.
MW: I love Alice Munro, Antonya Nelson, Laurie Colwin, Lorrie Moore, and Gabriel Garcia Marquez, off the top of my head.
SL: What is the best writing advice you’ve received?
MW: Once my teacher, Mary Morris, was just baffled by all of us grad students fretting over making changes to our stories—Because what if it didn’t make it better?—and she said, So what? You save a new copy and number them—Deathless Prose No. 1, Deathless Prose No. 2—and you try out different versions. You don’t like it, you go back. It’s mortifying that I had to have this explained to me, but it totally freed me up, and if you dig around my computer you’ll see endless folders of Novel 1, Novel 2, Novel 20….
SL: What is your next book project?
MW: I know it will be a novel, but I’m still in the pondering stages and it’s hard to say what shape it will take. Things may change, but at the moment I’m thinking I would love to stay funny and satirical, something sharp but light.
Blog Watch: Through blogging we share our triumphs and our losses. Congratulations to Donna @ The Doll Sweet Journal on the birth of her baby boy! My thoughts are with Barrie Summy from our book review club and with Jane Green. Both lost a dear friend recently.
Note: I'll be offline this morning while my new computer is being serviced (missing/corrupted fonts.)
Middle-aged Hal works for a non-profit that brings donated meals to elderly shut-ins. He grew up hunting deer in the woods but is now a vegetarian. His hippy-like existence and buying organic leaves him with few savings. After his mother dies, Hal lavishes attention on an elderly woman, whom he doesn’t even like. He fears he will be even worse off in his old age than this client, but taking extra time to help her might cost him his job. Hal’s bisexual housemate, Karin, is as wholesome as fresh milk. She grew up in a trailer park and now writes a column on small farms for a dairy industry journal (once again the food motif.) She avoids makeup to win over the farmers but doesn’t know how to milk a cow. Karin does know a lot about artisan cheese. The descriptions will make your mouth water. There is humor too:
“Karin liked her farmer’s hands filthy, her cows named, and her cheese wrapped in limp chestnut leaves. Anything else was unnatural.”
The newest housemate, Greta, is more complicated and abrasive. She’s a fundraiser for a private college and thinks in monetary terms. As for the food connection, Greta wines and dines wealthy alumni in hopes of landing large donations. An aging beauty, Greta dresses in silk for work, and her idea of loosening up is not shaving her armpits on weekends. She is the least likely person to find in this bohemian community. Ironically, Hal is attracted to Greta and the luxury she represents.
In the opening scene, a dock has been cut loose, stranding a dog (the real Morrison St. dock by Michelle Wildgen is pictured above.) An empty chair indicates the owner may have drowned earlier. The dog swims toward shore but struggles to stay afloat. Who will play hero? This narrative device is a great way to test the three main characters. The story launches with momentum and a feeling of unease. The cut raft is a central metaphor of how adrift the three housemates are in life.
The narrative tension increases when Greta’s alcoholic husband shows up dangerously inebriated on their front porch. He is the reason Greta is living in the co-op. What are the housemates to do?
To read But Not For Long is a literary treat, but it requires patience. The author loves descriptive detail, and the pace suffers from too much back story and exposition. Yet these pictures Wildgen paints with words are well worth seeing. In one plotline, Karin visits a young farmer who has lost her husband and fears for the farm’s future. The images are ominous: an empty beehive of abandoned honey and a dark cave full of ripening cheese. Still, the fields are full of wildflowers, lavender and clover. The book begs analysis and slow reading. Satire makes it fun.
Michelle Wildgen is a master of metaphor and a champion of character. Irony rules. She has a message too: modern life is divorced from the sensual, earthiness of life and community. Eat local farm food and chew with care. Savor it.
Photo of Michelle Wildgen by Kate Huntington
My Interview of Michelle Wildgen
In addition to being an author, Michelle Wildgen is senior editor of the literary magazine Tin House. She has recently moved from NYC back to Wisconsin where both of her novels are set. Wildgen is a frequent farmer market shopper.
Sarah Laurence: The economic malaise in But Not For Long feels so current. I recall that you were writing this novel back in spring of 2008, when I reviewed You’re Not You, your first novel. Did you change the narrative in response to last year’s stock market crash or was this a coincidence?
Michelle Wildgen: Let’s see—I was about to say I didn’t revise it in response at all, but come to think of it, it was last fall that I was adding some last pieces about Hal and his nonprofit’s crisis, which does stem from economic fallout, so that facet was at least partially in response. But at the same time, the entire book and its fears about the general infrastructure, the faltering natural world, and the nagging fear that the people supposedly in charge are not really paying attention, was already in place well before that—for the book as well as for quite a few people, I’d guess.
SL: But Not For Long appears to reference indirectly the nonfiction book The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan and also the Slow Food Movement. What was your inspiration?
MW: In researching co-ops, I found that many were organized according to some principle, and I thought this might be a good one for my co-op. Once I follow that thread it often takes me somewhere interesting, as with the sections at the cheesemaker’s farm, which are some of my favorites. I wouldn’t say either book or organization was a direct inspiration, though absolutely I drew on both for research, because the ideas felt appropriate to this world and pique my interest.
SL: Food, especially from local organic farms, features in both of your novels. You are also a food writer. Where did you develop this passion?
MW: I just started cooking in high school because I had read a few recipes or descriptions of dishes that I’d never had; I wanted to taste them, so I learned how to make them. This was before grocery stores improved so much, and I remember arguing with my mother over what a “shitake” was and whether the Acme Click would have one.
Food appeals to me in the same way literature does—in some ingrained way I respond to this, want to know it and experience it in as many ways as I can. It just gives me pleasure to write about food, talk about food, look at photos of food. I’m really very greedy.
SL: Family background haunts the characters in But Not For Long. What was your family and hometown like?
MW: It’s a curse for a writer in some ways, especially a food-obsessed writer who suspects she really should have been Italian, but I grew up smack in the middle of the middle class in a perfectly pleasant suburb in northeastern Ohio. There wasn’t a lot of drama. And actually that may be part of why I often like to write about people and families whose lives don’t look crazily turned upside down—instead I tend to write about mundane life just as it starts to slip off the edges.
SL: Name some of your favorite novelists.
MW: I love Alice Munro, Antonya Nelson, Laurie Colwin, Lorrie Moore, and Gabriel Garcia Marquez, off the top of my head.
SL: What is the best writing advice you’ve received?
MW: Once my teacher, Mary Morris, was just baffled by all of us grad students fretting over making changes to our stories—Because what if it didn’t make it better?—and she said, So what? You save a new copy and number them—Deathless Prose No. 1, Deathless Prose No. 2—and you try out different versions. You don’t like it, you go back. It’s mortifying that I had to have this explained to me, but it totally freed me up, and if you dig around my computer you’ll see endless folders of Novel 1, Novel 2, Novel 20….
SL: What is your next book project?
MW: I know it will be a novel, but I’m still in the pondering stages and it’s hard to say what shape it will take. Things may change, but at the moment I’m thinking I would love to stay funny and satirical, something sharp but light.
But Not For Long by Michelle Wildgen
will be released on October 13, 2009.
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Blog Watch: Through blogging we share our triumphs and our losses. Congratulations to Donna @ The Doll Sweet Journal on the birth of her baby boy! My thoughts are with Barrie Summy from our book review club and with Jane Green. Both lost a dear friend recently.
Note: I'll be offline this morning while my new computer is being serviced (missing/corrupted fonts.)
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Good Books and Country Pubs in England
I’m back! I was in England these past two weeks researching NOT CRICKET and another novel in the works. After living in Oxford last year, it felt like coming home. We stayed with my husband’s family in Oxfordshire. I hear it rained for days on end in the USA, but the skies were mostly blue in England. That must be a first.
I met fellow blogger and friend, Bee, for lunch at the King William IV Pub in Hailey.
It couldn’t have been more scenic: a sunny hilltop overlooking a sheep farm at the end of a dirt road. This is actually the view from a picnic bench:
Sundays are barbecue days. Bee, a native Texan who now lives in England, was happy to tuck into tasty ribs and potato salad. I had Coronation Chicken and assorted salads. It was reasonably priced, and the setting was picture perfect. A kid friendly place too, although we left our kids and English husbands at home.
On a cooler day, it would have been cozy inside. After lunch, Bee and I walked along country lanes and through woods and fields, where we lost the path. We were so caught up in conversation, it hardly mattered. Bee posted her pub photos with a poem.After our walk, we drove to The Swan at Streatley for cream tea. I didn't even have to ask Bee to pull over so we could photograph the Wizard of Oz like field of poppies (opening shot.)
The Swan's outdoor seating on the Thames was ideal, but the scones were overpriced and stale. A better choice would have been a pint of bitter (beer) or a Pimm’s on tap (a traditional English cocktail of fresh mint, fruits and liquor mixed with fizzy lemonade.) True to its name, swans swam by for a visit.Like me, Bee is obsessed with books and bookstores. She recommended the Albion Beatnik in Jericho, just down the road from Oxford University Press. Although this quirky shop only just opened in November 2008, it felt like it had been in Oxford for decades. I went to visit it and 4 other bookstores in Oxford.
My favorite bookstore is still the library-sized Blackwell Bookshop.
I stepped into Waterstone’s to check out Girl Friday, the UK version of Jane Green’s latest novel. There was a huge poster on the shop window, advertising its release. I’m not quite sure why there are little white dogs on the cover since none feature in the story.
I prefer the American cover of Jane’s novel. They even have different titles. I’ll show a bunch more of UK versus American covers for the fun of it.
When it started raining, we jumped into Borders, and I laughed over the UK cover of Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout. It shows the back of a slim, young woman in a ball gown even though the novel is set in coastal Maine and the protagonist is a large, elderly woman with no fashion sense.
The American cover of Olive Kitteridge fits the content better, although it looks dull. Don’t let the lame covers fool you. The interlocking stories in this novel are perfect, except for one dud, “Criminal.” The style is understated but evocative, chock full of perfect sentences and images. Here’s one gem from “Pharmacy:”“A block of winter sun was splayed across the glass of the cosmetics shelf; a strip of wooden floor shone like honey.”
This novel by stories revolves around one central character who is as offensive as she is appealing. Olive is prejudiced towards Jews and daughter-in-laws, but she was also a special teacher who made the difference for many students. Love her or hate her, you’ll still adore this 2008 Pulitzer Prize winning book.
Even though I was traveling with a heavy suitcase full of books, I couldn’t resist buying Burnt Shadows by Kamila Shamsie, highly recommended by dovegreyreader scribbles. I fell in love with the gorgeous UK cover and the story was captivating and original. Shamsie covers the atomic bombing of Nagasaki in Japan and partition in India before moving the narrative to Pakistan and then to Afghanistan. The writing is beautiful, but the transitions between eras are choppy. It might have worked better as a series of historical novels as opposed to one globe trotting book.
I loved the protagonist Hiroko, a gutsy Japanese woman who wears linen trousers instead of kimonos. She completely defies all western stereotypes of Japanese women (even if the American cover on the right does not.)
Unfortunately I could not finish the book. On page 215 Burnt Shadows skipped back to page 140, missing 50 pages. I was on an airplane home and couldn’t exchange it at Blackwell’s. My worst nightmare. Honestly, running out of reading material worries me more than crashing or hijacking.
Luckily I was traveling with a backup novel, Testimony by Anita Shreve (American cover left is similar to UK cover below right.) This highly readable novel was perfect plane fare. It opens with a disturbing scene: a 14-year-old girl at a prep school is caught on tape having sexual relations with three boy students who are 4-5 years older than her. In the state of Vermont this is legally considered sexual assault. The story, however, is morally ambiguous.
Shreve’s Testimony is told in multiple voices like a Jodi Picoult novel. The child in crisis theme also felt more Jodi Picoult than Anita Shreve. At the back was an interesting interview of Shreve in which she called teenaged drinking and alcoholism “an epidemic.” Testimony is a warning, one worth listening to. Shreve avoids sounding preachy in her page turner novel.
On the plane ride to England, I read a much lighter but equally engrossing novel. I had bought The Truth About Forever for my daughter to read, but she was still engrossed in Harry Potter. Many of her friends had recommended the author Sarah Dessen, and I can see why. Dessen writes very well and is true to the teenaged experience of self-discovery (American cover left, cool UK cover below right.)
The Truth About Forever is about a 17-year-old girl who tries to be the perfect daughter after her father died. All comes unhinged when Macy takes a summer job catering and meets a flawed young man. Wes is a talented artist and former juvenile delinquent. Through chaos and passion, Macy learns how to live again. I’d recommend this young adult novel for girls aged 11-17, and their moms too.
Speaking of mothers, my mother sent me the perfect book to read on my English vacation. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows currently #1 on the NYT bestseller list for paperback trade fiction. It deserves it. Both my mother and my mother-in-law loved this 1940s era novel.
I don’t usually like books written in letters, and I’ve read too many World War II books already. Still, I fell in love with the Potato book (the title is too long to remember.) It made me laugh and cry. The writing, characters and story were all top notch. Plus it was lightweight and easy to read in bits. The covers are the same in both countries, but the quality of the paper is better in the American version.
Luckily I was traveling with a backup novel, Testimony by Anita Shreve (American cover left is similar to UK cover below right.) This highly readable novel was perfect plane fare. It opens with a disturbing scene: a 14-year-old girl at a prep school is caught on tape having sexual relations with three boy students who are 4-5 years older than her. In the state of Vermont this is legally considered sexual assault. The story, however, is morally ambiguous.
Shreve’s Testimony is told in multiple voices like a Jodi Picoult novel. The child in crisis theme also felt more Jodi Picoult than Anita Shreve. At the back was an interesting interview of Shreve in which she called teenaged drinking and alcoholism “an epidemic.” Testimony is a warning, one worth listening to. Shreve avoids sounding preachy in her page turner novel.
On the plane ride to England, I read a much lighter but equally engrossing novel. I had bought The Truth About Forever for my daughter to read, but she was still engrossed in Harry Potter. Many of her friends had recommended the author Sarah Dessen, and I can see why. Dessen writes very well and is true to the teenaged experience of self-discovery (American cover left, cool UK cover below right.)
The Truth About Forever is about a 17-year-old girl who tries to be the perfect daughter after her father died. All comes unhinged when Macy takes a summer job catering and meets a flawed young man. Wes is a talented artist and former juvenile delinquent. Through chaos and passion, Macy learns how to live again. I’d recommend this young adult novel for girls aged 11-17, and their moms too.
Speaking of mothers, my mother sent me the perfect book to read on my English vacation. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows currently #1 on the NYT bestseller list for paperback trade fiction. It deserves it. Both my mother and my mother-in-law loved this 1940s era novel.I don’t usually like books written in letters, and I’ve read too many World War II books already. Still, I fell in love with the Potato book (the title is too long to remember.) It made me laugh and cry. The writing, characters and story were all top notch. Plus it was lightweight and easy to read in bits. The covers are the same in both countries, but the quality of the paper is better in the American version.
Yes, I'm a compulsive bookaholic. On my journey I bought 5 more books.
Like the lupins, your comments on my last post were a warm welcome home to Maine. Thank you! I have a bunch of work things I have to do today, but I'll be back online tomorrow to respond to comments and to visit blogs. I'm looking forward to catching up with you.
Like the lupins, your comments on my last post were a warm welcome home to Maine. Thank you! I have a bunch of work things I have to do today, but I'll be back online tomorrow to respond to comments and to visit blogs. I'm looking forward to catching up with you.
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