A Baby Name Book for My Sister

No, Mom, she isn't pregnant. But one day she may be. And have I found the book for her:

Hello, My Name is Pabst. Baby Names for Nonconformist, Indie, Geeky, DIY, Hipster, and Alterna-Parents of Every Kind by Miek Bruno and Kerry Sparks

A mere selection of my favorites:

Names that will grow into a mustache

Otto, Asher, Ansel, Muz, Thurm, Dixie, Lorraine, and Fay 

Names that kick ass on the roller derby track

LaRue, Darla, Crimson, Hellenor, Renegade, and Saucy

Names for loitering around the coffee shop

Lila, Miles, Charlotte, Walt, Edie, Hattie, Etta, Venti, Latte, and Melitta

Names that get the party started

Vinyl, Audio, Noize, Mixer, Epic, and Daft 

Baby Saucy, we can't wait to meet you. 

"yes, Prada, Converse, no, frown, frown, smile, Paris"*

Usually when I'm reading I find a turn of phrase or sentence that I want to remember, mark, or ruminate. I may dog-ear the page, write it on a scrap of paper which then gets stuffed in another book as a bookmark, or forget and spend a long time scanning the place on the page where I think it appeared. Not anymore. When reading via Kindle, now I can just highlight the phrase and it gets saved to "My Clippings." Voila. 

 

I've been so spoiled by this feature that I find myself wanting to swipe and highlight everything. When I went here, I found myself wanting to highlight various images and notes on the paintings. I had to settle for a ballpoint and scribbled "legs colder than arms" on the back of the exhibit ticket.

  

Ironically, it was pre-Kindle, that I read The Circle by Dave Eggers. His novel about a social-media-world gone wild has me second-guessing every "like" on Facebook, every picture that gets uploaded to Instagram, and now, every, book I put on the Kindle. And all this posted on a blog. Sigh. 

Currently I am reading The Infatuations by Javier Marias (translated by Margaret Jull Costa). Ponder-heavy, this book is not a quick read. However, once the narrator discovers her lover might be involved in the murder of his best friend (in order to woo the friend's widow she admired from afar at a coffee shop no less), the pace picks up. This one falls in the rumination category - thoughts on death, fate, friendship, strangers, and relationships abound: "yet we would give anything sometimes to stay by the side of the person we rescued from an attic or a clearance sale, or won in a game of cards."

Today on the radio, I heard an interview with Luke Barr. His new book Provence, 1970: M.F.K. Fisher, Julia Child, James Beard, and the Reinvention of American Taste focuses on his great-aunt (Fisher) and the culinary landscape of America in the 60s and 70s. Already highlighted: "but the starting point for so much of the contemporary story is the epochal shift that took place at the end of the 1960s, when previously unquestioned European superiority and French snobbery lost their grip on American cooking." It's in the queue. 

*The title is a phrase from Eggers' The Circle. I forget to mark it and couldn't find it when I went back to look for it. Luckily a Google search for "smile, smile, frown, Paris" came through...

"My husband thought you were a bear"

Though some of the quirkiest reads of 2013 were chosen based on recommendations found here and here, most were found as I browsed the "New Books" section of the library. Sadly, since receiving my Christmas present of a Kindle, I haven't been to the library to browse, except virtually.

I have to say browsing through a list of ebooks requires even more persistence and craftier search parameters than walking down a row of books with one eye on the titles and the other on my impatient kindergartner. However, I did happily happen upon Laurie King's series about a female scholar who happens to be married to Sherlock Holmes. The game is afoot for 2014.

Swimming Home by Deborah Levy

The Elephant Keepers' Children by Peter Hoeg and Martin Aitken

Care of Wooden Floors by Will Wiles

Love is a Canoe by Ben Schrank

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

What It Is by Lynda Barry

Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish by David Rakoff

What the World Will Look Like When All the Water Leaves Us: Stories by Laura van den Berg

Always Winter and Never Christmas

Reading The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe intermittently over the past few months, my son and I finally arrived at Chapter 10. At this point in the story, Mr. and Mrs. Beaver, Lucy, Peter, and Susan have fled the beavers' den. Since their brother Edmund has snuck away to tell the Witch of their whereabouts, the children are especially eager to get a head start.   

After walking, walking, and walking, and pad-pad-padding through the moonlit snow, they finally rest in a cave. After a brief nap, Mr. Beaver goes out to investigate.  When the others hear voices, they fear he's been caught.  However, when he appears moments later, he hasn't been speaking to the Witch at all, but to "a huge man in a bright red robe (bright as hollyberries) with a hood that had fur inside it and a great white beard that fell like a foamy waterfall over his chest."

The children, seeing Father Christmas, become solemn.  They learn that his appearance signals that the Witch's power is getting weaker, but seeing the presents he has for them, they understand the battle is not over.  Peter receives a shield and sword, Susan receives a bow and horn, and Lucy receives healing medicine and a small dagger. Finally, he brings out (perhaps the best present of all when you are standing in the snow in the middle of the night and humbled by such important presents) "a large tray containing five cups and saucers, a bowl of lump sugar, a jug of cream, and a great big teapot all sizzling and piping hot."  With a "Merry Christmas" and "Long live the true King!" Father Christmas and his reindeer dash out of sight.  

Lest the reader be getting choked up, Lewis closes the chapter with Mrs. Beaver fussing over the tea and thankful she remembered to bring the bread knife.

Perhaps we will make it to the end of the book before next Christmas. Some things are meant to be savored.

Picture Me Gone by Meg Rosoff

Preteen Mila travels with her father Gil from London to New York. A scheduled trip to see Gil's old friend Matthew becomes complicated when the friend goes missing right before their arrival. 

Mila grows more puzzled as she narrates her thoughts through the search.  Slowly, her eyes are opened to the sadness and betrayal of the adults around her.  "A week ago America felt like the friendliest place in the world but I am starting to see the darkness everywhere I look. The worst thing is, I don't think it is America. I think it is me."

Even while meeting various people Matthew has left behind, Mila is also trying to comfort her friend back home whose parents are splitting up. Near the end of her trip, she says, "I want to go back to being a child." The irony being she has been sent with her absent minded father to keep track of their passports and make sure they eat meals on time.

All is not doom and gloom, however. There are lighter moments when Mila's every encounter with an American elicits a comment on her "accent." She also finds an ally in a boy around her age who bolsters her spirits with well-timed texts. And finally Matthew's dog serves as a loyal traveling companion whose care often draws the humans out of themselves for a little while.

"Wrapped" Attention

I have the challenge (every other week) of reading to a mixed group of 3-6 year-olds. Many of them are chatty or squirmy or both. So it was something of a Christmas miracle when two books we read this week had them completely (well, almost) still and silent for the entire book.

The Christmas Blizzard by Helen Ketteman is told by an old-timer remembering a Christmas of his childhood when Santa had to use the town as a base camp. The illustrations by James Warhola pack the pages with intricately drawn, and funny, details. The preschoolers were delighted when a strong wind picked up a house to reveal a man taking a bath. But as my son noted, "You can't even see his private parts." 

Grumpy Badger's Christmas by Paul Bright and Jane Chapman was also a crowd-pleaser. The kids liked making the sound effects on each page that were loud enough to wake any hibernating creature. And what's not to love in a character that stores enough homemade lemonade to last him through the winter?

Serafina's Promise by Ann E. Burg

Serafina's chore each morning is to collect water for her parents and grandmother:

"One foot forward-

stop.

The other foot forward-

stop." 

This is only the first of many chores she faces growing up in rural Haiti.

After meeting the young doctor that takes care of her baby brother, Serafina decides that she too wants to become a doctor when she grows up. First, she must figure out a way to ask her parents to send her to school. She approaches her father and together they make a plan. However, nature decides to throw several obstacles in their way. 

Told in verse, the story drums with the beat of the parade Serafina watches with her father, rushes with the waters of the flood she flees with her mother, and shines with the hope she sees in the stars. 

After my daughter and I both read the book, we discussed it using the questions we found here. We both admitted to crying through most of Part III of the book. And we both agreed that we are very fortunate to be able to go to school. As Serafina says, "Education is the road to freedom." My daughter interpreted that to mean, "If we go to school, we can be whatever we want." 

One foot forward.