June Reading

Well, blogging once a day for a month ended quite anti-clamatic… more to come about that later.
Turns out, I got a little distracted by the amazing Leeperland wedding extravaganza! (Which is, of course, no surprise to anyone.) It was an incredible event and I am so happy for my dear friends.
And also in the meantime, I forgot to add the reading of June…

The Book Thief, Markus Zusak (Book Club 1)
*The review below is what I wrote when I initially read this book in January. I re-read it again this month, and loved it just as much. Without a doubt, it is an amazing book.
I heard little bits and pieces about this book before I read it, but really did not know what to expect. I was especially intrigued that it is considered a young adult novel. Let me tell you… if I would have read this book when I was a teenager, I would have been so in love with it. Because, as an adult I thought it was incredible. The story takes place in Nazi Germany and is told by Death. That’s right, Death tells the story. What an amazing spin! The story follows a young girl, Liesel, who moves in with an interesting foster family after her brother dies and her mother is no longer able to care for her. The foster family keeps a Jew in hiding in the basement, which shapes the young girl’s mind about current events. For being a book centered around such a dark time; the compassion, curious and defiant nature of Liesel make you question how young adults would think/behave in such crisis. I know that as a young adult I would have admired, felt empathy and heartache for young Liesel because as an adult I was proud with her, related to her and cried when she did… It’s so good, this book is so good.

Winter Garden, Kristin Hannah
This book is not one I would generally chose for myself. I am not a huge fan of Kristin Hannah, she reads to me a lot like Jodi Picoult, or Nicholas Sparks. Where it seems there is always the same story line, just new characters and a twist of new drama. But, a gal I work with is a huge Kristin Hannah fan, and knowing that I am not a fan, suggested I still read this book. She swore to me that it was not like her others, and I would not be “disgusted by any romance.” I can’t say I loved it, but I can’t say I am disappointed to have read this book either. It is a story of a seemingly cold mother and her two daughters. The daughters are just getting to know their mother during their adult life, through her tales of her past, growing up in Russia. All of this only begins as their father is on his death bed, and of course, makes one of the daughters promise to have their mother tell her story. So could it be a Lifetime movie? Yeah, probably. Am I alright with having read Winter Garden? Of course, it was a nice change of pace. Would I read another Kristin Hannah book anytime soon? Doubtful.

The House of Tomorrow, Peter Bognanni
I can’t lie… I had pretty big expectations for this book. I can’t really say my expectations were let down, but, they were just let there, let still, I don’t know. I wasn’t impressed. The story is about a 17 year old boy, going through quite a self-discovery experience as he has spent all of his life very sheltered, living with his quack grandma (in rural Iowa) in a geodesic dome. I felt like most of the story was very cliche, and pretty anti-climatic. The reviews promised teenage angst at it’s finest, and I just didn’t feel it. It seemed a little too short, and lacking depth.

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, Rebecca Skloot
I was first intrigued about Henrietta Lacks when the girls group that I work with started studying her legacy. Lacks was a poor, black, mother of five children who died in 1951 from cervical cancer. Without her knowledge (or the knowledge of anyone in her family) doctors took samples of her cervix and found immortal cells, which have been named HeLa cells and have helped pave the way for vaccines and various other treatments. The story of Henrietta’s life is told through a journalist’s trail trying to contact Henrietta’s family. Although there were times that this book got a little medical (and had some serious biology references, that I admittedly had to look up) I loved the balance between Lack’s life story being told, her family’s current situation and how the medical field has benefitted (and progressed) because of HeLa cells.

Loving Frank, Nancy Horan
There is no sense in waiting to say it, I loved this book and I am very sad it sat on my book shelf for months before I read it. The story told is based on the affair between Frank Lloyd Wright and Mamah Borthwick Cheney. Horan (the author) uses parts of Mamah’s personal journal entries and creates a fictional story based on the affair that people don’t know much about. The characters make this story so much more than a tale of an affair. As a reader you go feel the passion, heart ache and pride that Mamah experiences as a feminist, mother and lover. It was an incredibly told story, and I would love to read it again and discuss it. Anyone in??

The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, Tom Wolfe
I started reading this story when I got it for a birthday gift in 1999. But, at that time I only made it about half way through and then kept it on the shelf until this summer, 11 years later. Wolfe tells the story of Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters and the revolutionary bus rides, LSD experiences and Day-Glo obsession. Reading about the wild ride of a hippie lifestyle makes you feel high yourself. You are confused at times, trying to keep things straight, reading a little slower trying to get things right… but just feel really good about the whole thing.

When the Elephants Dance, Tess Uriza Holthe
This story is based on Holthe’s father’s experiences in the Philippines during World War II. It is set around a group of families that are hiding together in the basement during the end of the war. Family members have to venture out to find food, and eventually to search for other family members that are missing. The story is told through a weaving of past and present. The elder family members tell stories of their past to lessen the effects of war, and while the present story is still occurring. Holthe tells an incredible story through this book; one that is heart breaking, and often repulsive at times, but in the same breath, a story of loyalty and strong family ties.

Cutting for Stone, Abraham Verghese
I don’t think I have ever read a book where the characters were so incredibly created as they are in this story. This book is amazing, I don’t know how else to describe it. It is told by Marion, who is an identical twin (that was actually separated at birth) born to a nun and a doctor in Africa. The story tells the tale of compassion, family connections, loyalty and personal struggles and achievements. Throughout the entire book I was able to feel the characters and truly relate to their emotions. Verghese makes the reader part of the story. Through the triumph and heart ache you can’t help but be empathetic.

I only have one week of summer break left, and still a stack of books I was hoping to finish before then! Here’s hoping that the start of this school year is quite a bit less chaotic than last year’s start, and I still have some time to get through that stack.

 

Day 30

What’s the first thing you notice about a man when you meet him? A woman?

I would like to say something profound here.. like the way the light hits their eyes. But, really I just always notice really weird things about people when I first meet them.
Their shoelaces are tied too tight.
Their fingernails are really long or short.
They stand really close/far away when they talk.
Their teeth.
All the things that are really important.

 

Day 29

In what ways have you become ‘green’ in the past few years? Do you think that it has made a difference?
I am lucky in the fact that the town I grew up in had required recycling since I can ever remember. We always had to bins, 1 for garbage and 1 for recycling. The schools I grew up going to always had the same thing, standing next to the garbage can was the recycling bin. So, doing that part to be “green” has always been ingrained in my mind.
In fact, I remember being completely appalled when I first visited Derek’s house in college and they threw their soda cans away… in the garbage can!

That being said, there really isn’t a ton of other things I do to be “green.” I used to feel bad saying I drive an Escape, I clean with paper towels not rags, I don’t ever remember to take my re-usable bags to the grocery mart and I refuse to buy recycled toilet paper.
I generally am “green” in the ways that just seem like no-brainer reasons. I get paper bags when I can instead of plastic (mostly because they hold more and I have to make less trips getting groceries in the house). I don’t ever litter, mostly because I feel bad for the animals that eat litter and choke. I don’t buy bottled water because having my Sigg water bottle is way easier because it’s bigger and I only have to fill it up twice a day. I wash my clothes in cold water and air dry them, because I don’t like when things shrink, and Derek is allergic to dryer sheets. I eat organic and locally grown produce as much as I can, mostly because I don’t eat meat and I think the veggies taste better that way. I don’t ever take baths, and I would like it to be socially acceptable to shower only every other day… but we all know that is definitely not for “green” reasons.
For the most part my “green” behavior is continued because it is convenient for me, and just makes sense. In the meantime, I do think it helps, but I don’t really know about how much of a difference it is making. I believe that taking care of the environment that we live in is very important, but I also have a pretty realistic idea that this environment is going to change over time as well… with the wear and tear of life.
Certainly there are many other things I could be doing to be more “green,” in addition to the many other things I could be doing to take better care of myself.
Just a few steps at a time.

 

Day 28

I am skipping the prompt today, and instead just linking to a great website.
I have Rebecca Woolf’s website for quite a while now, and I just love her style of writing. I originally found out about her blog by reading her book, “Girls Gone Child,” which I merely picked up at the book store because the cover is so damn enticing. Since then I haven’t stopped reading her blog. I would say that I generally tend to agree with most ideas on her site, but when I disagree, I still appreciate her points.
I love this post of hers… mostly for the many things I can relate to. But, also for her honesty, admission and her sense of knowing who she is.
Enjoy!

http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2010/06/in-defense-of-happiness.html

or

http://bit.ly/beqxk2

 

Day 27

List what you would buy with your last $20.

Well, this was a little easy since I am pretty broke lately… and it seems like I am always on my last $20. Especially every Sunday morning, after I have spent the weekend out with friends and family… and stores I love.

Dewski for Derek and I $2.50 (1 for $1.50 or 2 for $2.50?? Duh.)
Deli sandwiches for Derek and I $12.00 (preferably Jimmy Johns)
Dairy Queen pup cup for Garth Brooks $1.35
Hot green slap it bracelet from Smash $4.99
Grand total: $20.84 (I can always find tons of change in the bottom of my bag.)
All of this would be what I bought on a typical Saturday/Sunday early afternoon.
Except for the slap it bracelet… I did really buy that yesterday afternoon.
With my last $20.

 

Day 26

What are you looking forward to?

Oh man… quite a few things actually.
The Leeperland Wedding
Starting school again
Lollapalooza
An anniversary trip in the fall
… that’s the top of my list.

 

Day 25

How do you feel about the name given to you at birth?
It’s not that I particularly don’t like the name Kari. It was just so… common. There were 4 Kari/Carries in my graduating class (of 100). So, since about 3rd grade I was just known as Reynolds. It’s weird to think sometimes that my name is Kari, because I have been known by my last name for so long. And it continues now as an adult as at my job I am known only by my last name as well…
Well, not my last name.
But that’s for a completely different post.
Right, Nicole?

 

Day 24

Write about the most recent skill you have acquired.
Well, it’s a skill that I am trying to acquire, but haven’t quite mastered… baking.
I have always said that I want to be able to just put something together for a dessert. But, baking is a little nerve racking for me.
Cooking is easier, as I can tell what things are going to taste like based on the spices and what not. And if I’m not sure it’s turning out alright, I can just taste a little bite and see what needs changed.
That is so not the case with baking. It’s like you just put all these bland ingredients together, toss it in the oven and hope for the best!
So far (knock on wood) it has been alright for me, and most things have turned out pretty well. Which is to say that I am in the process of acquiring the skill.
Don’t get me wrong, I still have to read the recipe (line by line) many times, not talk while baking and limit myself to only one glass of wine during the process.
Once I get to substituting ingredients, having a party and drinking multiple cocktails while baking then I feel like I can say I have mastered it.

 

Day 23

Too easy…
Do you think it’s ever permissible to cheat?

Never.

 

Day 22

What was your worst job?

At first, I was all, “I don’t think I have had a job that I didn’t really like! I am so lucky.” I mentally went through the list: Old folks home, Drug Town, Kindercare, Nanny, Video Village… but then, I remembered a gem. When I first started college at Cornell, my dad insisted that I do a work study program. I didn’t really know what that meant, except that the college would give me some job that promised to work around my scheduling, classes, etc. So not that bad, right? The library, the front desk somewhere, making phone calls, filing papers, whatever.
Well, I was not nearly lucky enough to get assigned one of those jobs. Instead I was assigned working in Marriott. Not just setting out food, oh no. I was supposed to work back in the bowels of Marriott.
I am pretty sure I cried immediately. I know I called my dad right up, and begged and pleaded to have him say it was okay for me to back out. I promised to not ask for any money, to find a different job somewhere else, not eat, ANYTHING!!
He, of course, being the man of character that he is, said I had to go once. I had to try it, and then if I needed to quit I would have to tell them and quit the appropriate way.
Ugh. I went once. Oh my disgusting. It was bad. It was hot and steamy from the dishwashers, you had to touch people’s half eaten food, and the smell was unlike anything I had ever imagined. In fact, it kind of gives me the throw up feeling just thinking about it now.
You bet I quit after that day. I promptly called the people and told them the job wouldn’t work with my class schedule, didn’t mention a word about wanting to vomit.
… And told my dad they had no problem with me being a wuss and not being able to handle the smell.