Book Review Club ~ September

September alreaady! I can’t help but think of changing leaves, pumpkin patches, apple-picking, and candy corn, but that seems so out of place in the swelter of Houston weather. Still, if nothing else, September means back to school and another enstallment of the Book Review Club, brain child of hilarious tween author Barrie Summy.

Click icon for more
book review blogs
@Barrie Summy

This month it was a bit of a toss up which book got chosen–I’ve read so many good ones lately. But I eventually decided to hype Shannon Hale’s The Actor and the Housewife. What’s interesting–and I just noticed this while glancing at the uploaded cover image–is that on the copy of the book I was reading, the ‘housewife’ had long dark brown hair, and I’m pretty sure the ‘actor’ didn’t have a bow tie. How very curious. But…covers aside, let’s get on with the review.

The general storyline is perhaps a trifle far-fetched. Okay, a lot far-fetched. But it turns out that the far-fetchedness (probably not a real word) is a big part of the story. So, keep that in mind when you read the summary and stay with me.

Becky Jack is a stay-at-home mother of three–soon to be four–from Layton, Utah who just happens to sell a manuscript her first time out, to the first producer she queries. Rather coincidentally, while meeting with the producer (while many months pregnant), she happens to run into her longtime movie crush, actor Felix Callahan. She is polite, he is rather rude, she calls him on it, and (insert a series of coincidences), they end up eating dinner together and sharing one dance. I know–farfetched.

Felix is intrigued and shows up in Layton while Becky is giving a talk. Additional coincidental meetings ensue, while both Felix and Becky ponder at the extraordinary nature of their burgeoning friendship. Before too long, they have become good friends, regularly indulging in phone chats and silly antics. But with such an unorthodox friendship comes complications. Felix is married (as is Becky), and it’s openly debated among Becky’s family whether men can–and should be–friends with married women. Even the Hollywood press has an opinion…

In a nutshell, this book revolves around this unexpected–and rather far-fetched–friendship. Becky and Felix weather highs and lows, deluges and dry spells, and through it all both absolutely cherish their friendship. You are likely wondering whether their friendship ever blooms into something more–I most definitely was. All I can tell you (because I’m sure you don’t want spoilers) is that you will be surprised. (I dare you to email me if you’re not.)

Okay, my review. First of all, I loved the premise of this story, and really and truly, I loved the characters too. Becky is Super Mom, and Felix is a young Sean Connery (he is British…) who imagines himself as charming as Cary Grant (he can be). There is a huge amount of whip-lash dialogue in this book, much of it very funny. Becky and Felix gel from the get-go, and know just how to play off each other to perfection. I thought Shannon Hale did this brillantly. There are also many, many funny situations, particularly when Becky (inconceivably!) gets cast to play opposite Felix in a movie being produced from her second sold screenplay. Hilarity ensues.

I highly recommend this book. It may seem to drag a bit in parts as Becky tries to really wrap her mind around the reality of having a famous, uber-sexy, married best friend, but really, who can blame her? It’s crazy–the whole thing is crazy. But it’s crazy-good.

As a bonus, I would also like to recommend Elizabeth Peters’ Crocodile in the Sandbank, the first in the Amelia Peabody mystery series. I absolutely loved this Victorian-era sassy sleuth–she always devises the perfect thing to say. I am very much looking forward to reading the rest of the books in the series and loved that the series has its own website, which includes a page of ‘Peabodyisms’–totally worth reading!

Posted in book review club, shannon hale on 09/02/2009 11:00 am | 8 Comments

Camping out, kicked up a notch

This photo, nicked from here, calls to me…

What a way to spend a rainy afternoon…or a cozy evening.

Posted in camping, libraries, photography on 08/27/2009 02:41 pm | 6 Comments

Flashback twenty five years…

With the summer dwindling to a close (Meet the Teacher is tomorrow!!), I have to wonder if my recent mini-obsession with Tucson summers will end too. Virtually every summer of my childhood included a week or two in Tucson, but the summers I remember most are the ones in which my brother and sister and I flew out alone and stayed without our parents–whoo-hoo!

In an effort to get us out of the house for my grandma, my grandpa would load us up in his bottle green Mercury for a trip to the city pool every afternoon. The pool opened at one, and for a quarter we could swim as long as we liked, keeping in mind that it was summer monsoon season, so it poured every afternoon about four o’clock. This was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, I never wanted to leave, but on the other, by that time I desperately had to pee. You see, the geniuses that designed that pool didn’t put any doors on the girls’ bathroom stalls, and I was a one-piece kinda girl, if you get my drift. Not only that, but the view into the stalls was the first thing you saw as you walked into the girl’s dressing room. I often tried to get my sister out of the pool to come stand guard, but she remained completely uncooperative and unsympathetic. In the event that my bladder simply couldn’t hold out for the thunderstorms, I was frantic that some oblivious boy would wander in and get an eye-full. Talk about your stress. [Deep breath…whew] But I digress. Let me just say, that that pool will live on in my memory as the absolute best swimming spot–I took a peek down memory lane on Google Maps recently, and I’m happy to report that it’s still there. I can only hope they’ve updated the bathrooms.

Okay, so I assume these memories are flooding back to me because I’ve spent the vast majority of my summer mornings at the pool. But it’s not just the chlorine-tinged memories of those summers–it’s all of it. It’s dragging ourselves back from the pool, exhausted, and spending the afternoons reading Agatha Christie novels. It’s the mountains and saquaros and the gravel lawns. It’s trips to the mall and the drug store for ice cream, it’s roller skating and mini-golf, not to mention evening walks, penny blackjack, and Mrs. See’s candies. The memories have all resurfaced, and they’re making me yearn for another visit (and some good Mexican food).

I don’t have any grandparents left in Tucson, and they were the reason I visited every year. Now I don’t really have a reason to go back, and I know if I do, it won’t be the same. I treasure the memories, and eventually I will go back. Not sure I can manage the summers though. I’m still a little skittish about bathroom privacy.

Posted in Uncategorized on 08/24/2009 01:52 am | 4 Comments