Thursday, February 21, 2013

Book #9: Make the Bread, Buy the Butter by Jennifer Reese

I am kind of debating over whether this book even counts as me having "read" it, since it's half a cookbook, but I really, really like the concept behind it so I'm going to count it. Reese chooses a bunch of foods that we consume regularly and tells you whether you should feel guilty about buying them store-bought or if it's worth making them at home. She tells you how much the cost comparison is between homemade and store-bought, and how much the hassle is of making it, and whether she thinks it's worth it. A problem is that she ends up saying that you should make a lot of things, even after she goes on and on about what a hassle they are (which doesn't really make them sound super inviting). But I guess she's a foodie, and it's worth it to her (and let's be honest: a really well-made bagel is worth it to me too, even if it is way more work than buying it), so I guess forewarned is forearmed (or whatever that saying is). She presents recipes for most of the items that she says you should make or make/buy, and I'm really dying to try some of them (like a bagel recipe!). A lot of the things she posts about I would never consider making from home anyways (like cheese--maybe in my next life or when I run out of things to do, ever), so a lot of her recommendations aren't really that useful, but the whole book is still a really great idea. I'm totally keeping this book from the library for a while to try some of the recipes.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Book #8: Emma by Jane Austen

Emma has always been one of my least favorite Jane Austen novels, although every time I finish reading it, I'm not quite sure why. I always love it once I do read it. Maybe it's because I hate the shame of the several bad mistakes that Emma makes throughout the novel--because they're not horrible sins or anything, but they are real-life person mistakes that anyone could or would be tempted to make in her same situation. The shame and the regret she feels after she's impatient to Miss Bates is real, and I feel it just as much as she does, and it reminds me of how awful it feels to do that same thing. So I suppose that's a sign of how well-written a novel it is, that it makes me so uncomfortable that I don't like it--even in such a little matter as that.

Emma Woodhouse is also one of the most complicated heroines that Jane Austen writes, I think. Fanny and Anne are not exactly anyone too exciting--they're quiet and well-mannered and GOOD girls; Elinor and Marianne are kind of character types of themselves (one's sensible, one's sensitive); Elizabeth Bennet is witty and beautiful and altogether very sure of herself but very aware of her faults (to a point, I guess). But Emma Woodhouse ("handsome, clever, and rich") is a good person--she does charity work for the poor, she is kind to the people in her father's circle, even those that annoy her, etc.--but she really is insufferable and spoiled because she knows that she's a good person (and that she's handsome, clever, and rich, like the first line says). Mr. Knightley is the only person who sees any faults in her and tells her so, and he is, of course, right all along. I love how she evolves as a character over the course of the book--she humbles herself to take Mr. Knightley's advice and rebuke after how she offends Miss Bates. She also recognizes the mistakes her pride has made her make with regard to Harriet at the end of the book, and wishes she'd listened to Mr. Knightley's advice about her all along. I think that's the key to her character change all along--she learned to humble herself and recognize her faults and mistakes more honestly. She grows up, really.

The one thing that drives me CRAZY about this book is Mr. Woodhouse. Why is he so annoying? And why is everyone else so nice to him about it? Why are they always talking about draughts and catching cold if you get a little bit rained on? He's obviously a hypochondriac (or something of the sort) but they're always so nice to him--the only person who ever responds to him in a logical, rational manner is Mr. John Knightley, Emma's sister's husband, who offends Emma so badly when he tells Mr. Woodhouse to stop talking about that. But oh, well. It's a little thing, and it's part of the humor of the book (and it's also very telling about Emma's character that she's so devoted to her father anyways).

Book #7: The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton

One problem I have is never having any good ideas for books--I don't know how to tell whether I'm going to like a book or whether it's something I want to read any more. I don't want to waste my time reading something that's going to turn out to be trashy or stupid. I need to find some good reading blogs that can give me recommendations! But anyways, when my friend Chelsea was here, she recommended this book to me, so I immediately requested it from the library and plowed through it in the last few days.

I couldn't put the book down. It was the story of a woman searching for her ancestry/family after she finds out she was actually a stowaway who'd been discovered at the age of 4 and adopted by a new family where she'd landed, but the cool thing about the book is that every chapter is told by a different narrator--past or present--and at a different time period. Sometimes the woman's ancestors (who she's trying to figure out about) talk, and we hear their stories, and sometimes the woman's granddaughter talks about her adventures trying to figure out the whole mystery (because nobody's ever truly figured it out until after the woman dies). I really liked the changing narrator and time periods because it really did seem like a mystery of a sort. I also liked the style of the book--the writing was good enough that it didn't ever distract me from what was being written about, if that makes sense.

My only complaints were these: that I figured out what the plot twist was going to be before it happened, and that some of the "discoveries" the granddaughter makes to help put the pieces of the puzzle together seem mighty unlikely and convenient to have actually happened. I'm not someone who usually figures out things before they happen, but I managed to in this book, and I think that's maybe a sign that it was a little too obvious. And it kind of bugged me that the granddaughter just "happened" to keep finding answers to these seemingly impossible questions right at the right moment--they reach a final stopping point, where there doesn't seem there can be any more possible answers, and then someone delivers a letter to her that had being held for her grandmother for the last thirty years. She happens to meet someone who happened to work with her grandmother's mother and who knew the whole big secret that no one else in the world knew and is the key to the whole mystery. Really? Just doesn't seem quite believable to me. But I guess you need to have stuff like that happen or else the mystery would have been very unsatisfying and never resolved.