
Well, I wasn't going to include cookbooks or gardening books, but then I realized that it might be handy to keep track, so here it goes.
Some nice recipes in this, I like the sound of the NiRoPe pasta.
What I'm reading now.

Ok mystery. Took a little while to finish- not it's fault, but I kept leaving it in the car, so that says something too.
I liked the woodworking bits, obvs, but kind of wanted to smack the junk-picker/amateur investigator every times he went off about Bakelite and old hankies. Bleh.
My favorite book. I seriously cannot begin to estimate how many times I've read it- I would honestly think its in the hundreds. I love it each time. It still even makes me cry.

Eh, ok sci-fi. 2013 and climate change has passed the tipping point. Heiress Jane Unger rescues her brother from a Mexican drug clinic and brings him with her to the troupe of storm chasers who are using high-tech gismos to track vast tornado outbreaks over the mostly abandoned Great Plains.
Serious, small, and very sad but wonderfully done book.
It's the last night a Red Lobster franchise is open, and manager Manny wants everything to go right, despite a snowstorm.
This was a heartbreaker of a book. The relatioships between the co-workers were so beautifully expressed, and captured the bizarre-ness of working.
So, so well-done.


Good but not great documentary about what was then the upcoming (and is now the present) economic implosion brought about by consumer debt and financial instruments based on hyperinflated housing values. It was definitely prescient, but at the same time, I felt like it covered much of the same ground (down to using the 1950's footage of Mr. Money!) as the somewhat better-put-together Maxed Out. It was good though, just not fresh to me right now. Maybe if I'd seen it first, it would have felt more powerful.






Did not like this book one bit. Was it better than last year's abysmal Story of a Girl? Maybe. Does that make it good? No.
Eck. NOWHERE near as good as the first one, Life As We Knew It. In fact, this was so bad, I wondered if the first was actually that good.
MAJOR dissapointment here for me. This was pretty awful.
And damn, is she just going to write the same story over and over from different points of view? Because while that may be interesting in theory, this really didn't cut it for me.

This was a wonderful in depth look into an industry that I have a lot of interest in. When I worked with flowers, of course I saw that the roses came from Ecuador, or that the tulips came from Holland, but never thought about the impacts on local economy or ecology, about how bizarre it is that almost all the flowers that get sold in the world travel through Amsterdam, or had any idea what the auctions were like, or the commercial growers with grennhouses covering acres.
Oh, it was a good read, full of interesting details and images that have lingered- the descriptions of the arrangements available from the b. brooks florists made me drool - a very high-end alternative to FTD or Teleflora that I had never even heard of before reading this.
The book was a treat, and left me aching to be surrounded by buckets of flowers again and to have that ineffable smell of green in the air.

Well, such a rip-off of Melissa de la Cruz's Au Pair series, but, well at least it was set on the west coast.
You know the drill- 3 girls from diffferent lifestyles, your exiled princess, girl from the barrio with a chance at a new start, and wholesome midwesterner with dreams all become friends wihle working as nannies.
Yup. So, not bad for all that- I would have liked it a LOT more if I hadn't already read it, set in the Hamptons and by a better writer.

I could hardly wait for this one, the last in the Pretty Little Liars series (I think!) and it was awesome. Read it in one go.
I don't know what about these that made them so delish- but they were like Gummie Bears- you know it's no good for you, but you just want to devour them.

Well, this didn't rock me.
Wildly improbable thriller (but aren't they all?) that smushed up the requisite stunningly beautiful and sexy female epidemiologist, the rugged renegade DEA agent, evil DHS guys, immune system reactions to man-made substances, Native Americans, civil rights, innocent children, etc etc into a slab of a book that for all those ingredients still felt flat. The ending was hurried and semi ridic, and well, overall, it just didn't grab me, and this kind of thing usually grabs me at least a bit. Oh well.
Marie Antoinette-ish nonfic. Julia Reed's book gives a tantalizing taste of what pre-Katrina New Orleans must have been like for the very very wealthy and well connected. Her memories of champagne and oysters and divine decadance are lovely and all, but even she herself admits it's all a bit Marie Antoinette. Post-Katrina, her home-renovation saga really lost any flavor. In light of all those who died, and who have lost so much in the aftermath of the storm, Vogue writer Julia Reed's flagstone steps seem hideously selfish- although, I suppose in a way, at least she is working to preserve some historic architecture. Ugh. I don't know.
Well, it was better than The Prophet of Yonwood.
Lina and Doon are such great characters that it's hard to knock a book about them, but...
Solar cells as society's only gift to the future?
I don't know.
What with the crashing banks, disastrous politics, global storming and the hey hey, maybe I'm just in a grim mood, but I sure hope that when our world comes down around our ears, we have a better plan for what we leave our underground-dwelling survivors when they emerge from the darkness.

This was a delightful surprise!
I was expecting it to be terrible, but it was really lovely. Nancy was still as perfect as could be, (I LOVED the woodshop scene!) but her character was presented so empathetically, it was obvious that she couldn't stop sleuthing if she tried, and even though it was a mite heavily done, the bit about the mother was actually a little tear-jerky.
Great job!



Re-read.
A very thoughtful YA book set in India during WWII and the Indian revolution against British colonial rule.
15 year old Vidya feels responsible when her father is injured at a protest, and the family must move in with relatives who despise them. Her brother Kitta is worried by the Japanese invasion of Burma and wants to join the British Army, although it was a British policeman who injured their father. A love interest named Raman offers Vidya a chance to escape to America with him, but her grandfather saves the day by offering to send her to college.
It was good, and interesting as an adult, but I think maybe not terrifically appealing to most teens.



Pretty awful YA, but fun except for one thing. I didn't like Zoey Dean's A-List series, but mainly because I thought they were so weak compared to Gossip Girl. I HATED How To Teach Filthy Rich Girls, because it was stupid as a slug.
This had a good premise, 3 Beverly Hills girls, one a surfer, one a wanna-be pop star like her diva mom, and one the daughter of a power agent, who has no talent of her own- unless it's the skill to spot talent?
Anyway, Mac, the agent's daughter, spots Iowa tourist Emily gazing her way around, and decides that Emily has star quality, and finagles her way around until Emily agrees to audition for a part in a movie that Mac's mother is casting. All well and good.
The part that bothered me, is that Mac's arch-enemy, Coco's popstar rival, and the girl whose best friend steals the surfer girls boyfriend, the total bitch of the series, is called Ruby Goldman. It's the only ethnic name in the book. Make of that what you will.

This was intense!
I read it all in one horrified sitting, and can't get it out of my head.
Now, sure- I know (as Bauerlein admits right off the bat) that every age has had it's elders (god, I guess at 33 I'm an elder? I don't know) looking at it's youth, and saying what a pack of idiots they seem, but Bauerlein comes at this armed with an almost overwhelming array of studies that seem to point pretty damn conclusively to one tragic fact- that the high school graduates of today have learned less, comparatively, than high school graduates of previous generations, and by a lot. Also, high drop out rates skew those numbers further, and test scores of young Americans have plummeted over the past 15 years in comparison with other developed nations. Add to that rapid drops in college students being judged ready for college work, and even more disturbing drops in students majoring in maths, physics, or engineering, and we're looking at Idiocracy, man.
Oh so many tidbits and statistics pounded it home, with a passion and an eloquence that was really impressive.
One of the most interesting aspects for me, was the impact of a large vocabulary upon entering kindergarten, and the incidence of "rare words" on television and in print. I'll just give this one bit:
"One criterion researchers use is the rate of "rare words" in spoken and written discourse. They define "rare words" as words that do not rank in the top 10,000 in terms of frequency of usage. With the rare word scale, researchers can examine various media for the number of rare words per thousand, as well as the median-word ranking for each medium as a whole....
Rank of median word Rare words per 1000
All very interesting, no? And add to this that the kids today, our so-called Digital generation spend so much of their time online- for some reason, this seems to fill folks with all sorts of giddy hope that these kids are going to learn things online. Well, I have seen teens online for hours- hour after hour of gorgeous sunny day, and they can't tear themselves away for the stupidest junk available online. It's pathetic. They can't spell, they can't type, they are not learning how to program or design games, they are learning to buy and shop and that it's cute to misspell things and in general being misled in every possible way by the only adults who are looking at them in an interested fashion, the marketers.
Bauerlein makes the sad but true point that adults who wish to influence the future can't pretend that all this MySpace/Gaia crap will let them absorb computer skills, let alone language and maths skills that will not only allow these kids to get a job, but might help our country survive.


Another solid and interesting book by Kilbourne on the way women are represented in media. Solid, not thrilling.
In fact, in this book, at least, I felt a little frustrated with her insistence on bringing her own experiences and addictions into it- while much of the media and advertising she discusses is obviously damaging, I can't help but feel that the men and boys targeted by these same companies are in many ways equally vulnerable to ugly manipulation.
When an ad for vodka (or perfume, or shoes or handbags or whatever) shows a man behaving aggressivley towards a woman (and there are many bizarre examples of that she highlights in the book), it's not just the woman who might get a weird idea about that image- especially as these ads are usually in women's magazines, so a guy flippping through it would be doubly hard pressed to understand what was going on. If it's scary and not cool, why is it in a Gucci ad, a guy might think, am I supposed to act that way? I'm just saying, it's not just women who are affected by fubar messages in media.

This was intense, disturbing, and wonderful.
Four Japanese high school girls become involved in a murder, and their lives are never the same.
I am not sure if this was aimed at adults or teens, but I think it has equal appeal to both- to teens who might be fascinated with the murder and with the descriptions of Japanese high school life, so different from America and to adults who just appreciate a hell of a good book.
The story is told in a rotation of voices, each unique and intense, and by the devastating end, I was reeling.

Really fun YA!
I can't help but think that this whole book was inspired by that song Delilah by the Plain White T's, but that's pretty great.
Audrey Cuttler breaks up with her boyfriend Evan, and as she's walking down the stairs, she hears him call Audrey, wait! but she keeps on going.
His band is playing later that night, and their friend of a friend of a friend finally lured an A&R guy to one of their shows, where they play their new song, Audrey Wait!
Of course, Evan and the band are promptly signed to a major label, and The Song goes into heavy rotation on radio stations around the country. Audrey's newfound notoriety gets her all access passes at great shows, but then she is constantly hounded for interviews. After a badly judged parking lot hookup with the lead singer of another band (which gets videoed and leaked onto YouTube), Audrey is in magazines as indie rock's new muse, and it gets crazier from there.
The whole thing was well done, funny, and the music mentioned throughout the book was so good, I want to listen to Robin Benway's playlist. It was straight from Deliliah, though, because I remember when Delilah was the inescapable song in 2006, reporters drudged up the girl who had inspired it, and she seemed so uncomfortable with the attention.

Fun, quick YA.
Sarah decides to reinvent herself at a summer theater program as Sadye, along with her long-closeted best friend, Demi, who takes the opportunity to come out as gay.
In a competitive atmosphere, Demi shines, but Sadye begins to realize that loving theater doesn't mean that you have the talent to make it in the business.
It was really good, though, and the love for theater was so solid through the book it made me want to listen to cast recordings, and although I can't help but think bloody Disney is responsible for all of this through High School Musical, it's pretty cool to see the theater geeks as the cool kids in a book.

Ok book, not nearly as well done or as funny as Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About.
In fact, this kind of had God as a narrator of bits, and that annoyed the hell out of me, and the story was kind of depressing.
Tom is a ghostwriter, happily living in Edinburgh with his girlfriend Sara, when he is given the job of ghosting an autobiography for nighttime soap star Georgina Nye.
Tom falls for Georgina, writes his best book ever, giving Georgina political and feminist arguments that she can't discuss on the book-tour talk shows, etc, and fucks up his relationship with Sara.
Yup.
It really was kind of a bummer.