Demonic Cupcakes? – Review of Devilish by Maureen Johnson

Review of Devilish by Maureen Johnson

Catholic School – and obvious breeding ground for the sinister work of satan – especially when cupcakes are involved.  Jane attends an all girl catholic school with her best friend.  Everything seems to be going just fine for their senior year until a beautiful and friendly demon waltzes into their lives and starts making mischief… and cupcakes.  Maureen Johnson somehow manages to make a rather ridiculous story touching and funny with well written characters and an obvious knowledge of the cliquey world of high school and all that entails.  If you haven’t read Maureen Johnson yet, do so now, especially if you are a nerdfighter.

I spy with my little eye – Review of “Blowing My Cover

Review of Blowing My Cover by Lindsay Moran

Lindsay Moran joined the CIA and found out that James Bond wasn’t exactly an accurate portrayal of spy life.  With interesting and self-deprecating writing, Moran is able to give a clear picture of what, at least her own, foray into the CIA looked like.  While there are times where it feels like Moran might be a bit whiny, you have to stop and think that maybe you would whine too if you took what you thought would be your dream job and ended up in something else entirely. The stories of her training were both ridiculous for their intensity and their absurdity.  Forced to play out the role of POWs, Moran describes in clear detail how hard they try to prepare agents for such an event.  But the scene where they are dressed up in disguises leaves you wondering if there really are CIA agents walking around dressed like actors from low budget high school theater productions.  Overall, this is a book of one woman’s experience.  She makes it clear that while she realized that the CIA wasn’t for her, it’s different for others.

Look for the note above the copyright info stating that while reviewed by the CIA, this book is in no way endorsed or authenticated by it.   A fun and quick non-fiction read.

“I always thought it was Harvey” – Read Lamb and you’ll understand.

I’ve been known for my reading habits for as long as I can remember.  So the fact that in 12th grade religion class (at Catholic School) I was reading a book before the bell rang is not uncommon.  The fact that I hid the book when the teacher came over to ask me a question, was a bit out of the ordinary.

Christopher Moore’s Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal is a book that needs the right frame of mind to begin.  I attempted reading a similar story (basic premise of both is that the book will fill in the missing years of Christ that the Bible never touches on) only to find it cloying and ridiculous -  Jesus was special from the beginning because of his golden curls and bright blue eyes.  Lamb was ridiculous, but in a whole other way.

The main plot centers around a decision of God’s that a new gospel, detailing these years needs to be written.  Who better to write it than Jesus’s vaguely depraved best friend Biff, who while always good at heart, wouldn’t have ever considered wearing one of the WWJD bracelets; after all, he could just ask – and would probably do what he wanted anyway.

Biff is resurrected 2000 years after his death, and held hostage in a hotel in St. Louis, Missouri, where he compelled by a rather daft angel to write this missing gospel about his years with his best friend Jesus (Josh, as the Hebrew translation to English is Joshua.)

If you’ve read anything by Moore before, you’ll be prepared for the language and the sex.  Moore doesn’t lighten this simply because he’s talking about the Son of God.  This caused more than one person I know to decide that they couldn’t read a book about God that had these elements.  While I can understand their thought process, what I always noticed about the book is that Josh is not the one engaging in less than stellar behavior.  It’s usually Biff, or one of the other colorful characters causing trouble.  The bible clearly states that Jesus was friends with the less than shining members of society.  It just doesn’t detail it.  Moore decides to take it upon himself to do so for you.

The very best aspect of the book is that while often ridiculous (Demons make references to Jimmy Stewart’s famous movie “Harvey”) this is the only fictionalized account of Christ where the human side of him is given as much consideration as the God side.  You realize that the whole story is silly, but the idea that Jesus struggled with this path makes the character (and the man himself) all that more easy to revere.  Moore’s book may seem sacrilegious, but if given a chance, can make you stop and reexamine your strength and understanding of faith.

This of course doesn’t mean that I was prepared to explain all of this to my Religion teacher.

L-M-N-O-P

Mark Dunn’s Ella Minnow Pea is a book of letters in more than one meaning of the word.  It is, indeed an epistolary novel – a genre I fell in love with when I first read Lady Susan in the 7th grade.  But it is also a book honoring and recognizing the importance of each individual letter of the alphabet – a lesson that my kindergarten teacher drilled into my mind when she insisted that each letter of the alphabet was to be respected.  No ella-minnow-pea in her classroom.  Miss Jerry would have been appreciated in this whimsical little world of Nollop.

Ella Minnow Pea takes place on the fictional language centered island of Nollop, named for the supposed creator of the famous typing test – “THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMPED OVER THE LAZY DOG.”  Nollop is revered on this little island for being able to create a sentence using every letter of the alphabet with only 35 characters.  He is revered so much that this sentence is mounted on an archway above the town square.  when the letter Z from the word “lazy” tumbles from its post, the town council is sure that this is a message sent from heaven above.  Nollop is telling them that the letter Z is now obsolete, and thus must be removed from all writing and speech.  Those who do not comply will first be admonished; a second infraction will result in being put into the stocks or beaten.  And finally, a third will result in the banishment from the island, or death if you would so prefer.

The members of this community do not, at first, recognize the terror before them.  But when the other letters begin to fall, everything changes. The two main correspondents, Ella and her cousin Tassie’s letters begin as light and witty notes to one another, but as the novel progresses and letters leave the alphabet, the writing becomes intentionally more stilted and difficult to understand.  While this may sound irritating, it is actually quite interesting to have to read the book out-loud when the characters are forced to write phonetically (fonetikly) to communicate with one another.

But aside from the odd hook incorporated by Dunn, the story is one of relationships of family, and a dedication to the most basic form of freedom of speech.  The characters fight to regain their right to use each lovely and important letter of the alphabet, and ultimately discover that perhaps it is not the people who work with language who should be honored, but the words and their potential for creativity that deserve the recognition.

Read the book when you’re awake enough to realize the play on words Ella Minnow Pea as a name (Thanks Ruth) and don’t be afraid to read the more awkwardly spelled parts out-loud.  If nothing else, you could distract someone enough that they’ll want to read it too.  And if there is anything you learn from this book, it is that the more chances our lovely 26 are able to flourish, the better.

Another Beauty and the Beast book

Rose Daughter, like Beauty was not a quick first read for me.  I actually attempted this book ages ago after I first discovered who Robin McKinley was.  But when I read the first two pages in the store, I just wasn’t grabbed, so I committed the ultimate book sin (at least according to Ruth) I read the last five pages.  Lo and behold, I found that this version of Beauty and the Beast did NOT end the way it was supposed to.  All I could thin was, why would anyone want this book to end in such a way?

Fast forward nine years.  Rose Daughter is a YA book.  But where Beauty may have a better hold on the Y, Rose Daugher accentuates the growth and maturity found in this often overlooked and forgotten genre.  This book is slow, but in a soothing way.  Nothing smashes into your conscience; rather, the story, and the characters slip into your heart without you realizing it, until you come to care about them deeply.  And at the end of the book, you see why Beauty makes the choice that she does.

For a few less obtuse statements, McKinley does, once again, take some liberties with the story.  The sisters are again, loving and caring towards Beauty, rather than petty and jealous.  A difference this time is that they too have names that fit their descriptions.  Jeweltongue is clever and impatient with anyone not as clever as her.  Lionheart is brave, and has no time for those less fearless than herself.  Beauty, according to her, is named so simply because there is nothing important enough about her to merit anything else.  She’s pretty – that’s all.  You as the reader, along with the rest of the characters know otherwise.  Beauty’s sisters learn patience and love from their younger sister, whose true loveliness, of course lies in her gentle and common sense nature.

Perhaps the final climatic scene takes a bit too long, but this is McKinley, and those who have read her will know that sometimes she writes in loops rather than straight lines.  Those who haven’t read her should understand this fact, and realize that most of the time it’s a blessing as she paints and colors scenes of beauty and life for her readers.

When you’re looking for a new telling of Beauty and the Beast, read Beauty first.  The heroine will make all those who ever experienced adolescence smile.  Later, when you’re ready for a book to slowly creep over the horizon, read Rose Daughter.

Beauty and the Beast Books Part I

My first favorite fairy tale had to be The Little Mermaid.  I used to call it My Little Mermaid, getting it confused with my little ponies.  But to me it made sense: she had red hair like me.  I did, in fact, own the video, and I knew pretty much all of the dialogue and songs by heart.  Then there is the fact that my mother swears that I broke our television set by watching this movie, and only this movie while I was down and out with the chicken pox when I was four.

But alas, I was a fickle elementary school child, for I found a new favorite fairytale when I was in first grade.  I saw Beauty and the Beast when I was six, and I was completely hooked.  Here was a girl who read incessantly (I hadn’t begun my book obsession yet.  We’ll just look at it as things to come.)  She had her own mind, and was able to throw a nasty boy into a mud puddle.

The animation was beautiful.  The characters were fun.  It was exciting.  I couldn’t find anything to complain about.

About seven years later, I was in Mrs. Karns’s English class, and I found the book Beauty, by Robin McKinley, sitting on her bookshelf.  It was a retelling of Beauty and the Beast, where Beauty is even more strong willed, and rather plain looking.  I was, I freely admit, an awkward and plain middle school student who worshiped books and felt a bit out of place.  How could I resist a book detailing a girl just like this, only with magical element of my favorite fairytale worked in.  I snatched up the book, and only made it to chapter three.

Something that you have to understand about McKinley’s writing is that she slowly paints you a picture of her characters.  You need to give her time to get something on the canvas that will make sense to you, the reader.  But it’s worth waiting for.  I tried the book two more times, and finally made it past the first chapters of exposition.  Then I was stuck.  I’m pretty sure this was one of the books that I was almost caught furtively reading under the desk during math class.

McKinley takes liberties with her story.  The most obvious is of course that Beauty is not beautiful (though this is explained).  The sisters, who in the original fairytale are greedy and vain are sweet and thoughtful, if not always the most pragmatic.

The best part of the story is the development of a relationship between Beauty and the Beast.  One of the reasons that I loved this fairy tale so much was that it wasn’t a love at first sight story.  They had to get to know each other.  McKinley makes sure that this isn’t lost in her story.  Beauty still gets annoyed and freaked out by things, as one would expect of a girl snatched from all familiarity.  But the characters move towards love and commitment, rather than just leaping there.

My only complaint is the ending.  It’s pretty much by the book with a few added elements that didn’t seem necessary.  However, these small aspects of the story are barely worth noting when one remembers that McKinley has taken an already haunting and lovely fairytale, and created an even more wonderful novel.

Next, I’ll try to look at Rose Daughter, and get better at this sort of thing.

after the book ends

I search for books that make me stop reading.  Usually, I live in a constant state of reading.  I begin a book, read and as soon as I finish, I search for the next story.  Some of them are truly horrible pieces of literature; others are lovely stories that I remember for a long time after.  But once here and there, I find a book that keeps me from venturing to the shelves for my next book

These books don’t just tell stories, they create worlds that fill my eyes, ears, heart, stomach and every inch of my mind.  I can’t escape these worlds by simply picking up a new book.  These books pose questions I can’t answer, but desperately wish I could.  I want to meet these authors, and learn how they came to create these worlds.  I want to know the characters inside and out.  I become so engaged in these worlds, I sometimes see and feel the ideas of the characters clearer than what is actually around me.

My latest novel that stopped me in my tracks is entitled The Hunger Games.  Usually dystopian novels do little for me, but the characters that grew in this story, and the setting the author painted was so clearly chiseled into my mind, I can’t escape the story or the ideas and questions it left behind.

I have a perfectly interesting looking novel sitting in my bag, just waiting for me to delve in, but for now, all I can do is wonder where are my characters going.  How will they resolve their questions of the final page?

I read for entertainment and to simply hear a story.  Rarely do I find book that simply imprints itself upon my mind in a way that I know that it will never leave.  I almost hate this, as I know that no book will measure up until my next discovery.  But to be able to find a story like this is enough to make up for any mediocrity I might find next.