This week’s Top Ten Tuesday (hosted by the Broke and the Bookish) wants to find out a bit more about the reader behind the keyboard. The topic this week is ten things about yourself.
- As a young reader, I read the Beverly Cleary books over and over again. To the point that I think I have portions of them memorized. That said, I can’t wait to share them with my daughter when she’s old enough.
- I don’t recall a time in my life when I didn’t know how to read. I might not have been proficient, but I could do it!
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I’m a new dad. Our daughter is three months old and we’re currently watching classic Star Trek together (for me, it’s the zillionth and one time and for her, it’s all new)
- I don’t drink coffee and I gave up caffeine in sodas a long time ago.
- I’ve been to DisneyLand and Disney World.
- I’m an avid runner and swimmer.
- I’ve completed several half-marathons, a 15K, a couple of 10Ks and a bunch of 5Ks.
- I spend the weeks leading up to a marathon training my body for the run. I spend the last day or so before the marathon working on my playlist for the marathon. All of these playlists have one song in common: Rocky Top. (The fight song for my beloved UT Volunteers).
- I love comedies from the golden age of radio. Among my favorites are The Great Gildersleeve, The Jack Benny Program, and Burns and Allen.
- I love peanut butter. Seriously–you could put peanut butter on rocks and I’d eat it.
Musing Mondays is a weekly book-related meme that I participate in on a sporadic basis. This week’s random question asks: Name a book that was turned into a movie, and completely desecrated (in your opinion).
Being a literary snob, I can think of a lot of books that were much better than the movies. My first though was Jurassic Park, which removed several plot lines that drove some of the tension of the last half of the novel. But I don’t necessarily think that desecrated the original novel so much as it disappointed me.
I guess if I’m going to go with desecrated (and I hate to do this because I love Ron Howard) I’d have to say Dr. Suess’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas. I think this movie had a lot to compete with beyond just the original book but also the beloved animated special. And, quite frankly, I think less is more when it comes to the Grinch. Expanding the material to 90 minutes from 30 didn’t do it any favors.
Libby Cudmore’s debut novel The Big Rewind features a cover blurb comparing it to Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity. And while it’s true the two novels share first-person narrators who love music and sprinkle in more pop culture references than you can shake a stick at, I’m not sure the comparison between the two extends far beyond that.
Taking over her grandmother’s rent controlled New York apartment, Jett Bennett has grand visions of becoming a music journalist in the Big Apple. But the reality of her situation is that she’s scraping by taking temp jobs and spending a lot of time at Trader Joe’s (if this was a movie, the sheer number of mentions of Trader Joe’s would feel like product placement). Living among bohemian artists, Jett is finding her way in the world when a mix-up in the mail has her stumble across the murder of her neighbor. Continue reading
While some of my peers were reading the Sweet Valley High or R.L. Stine’s novels, I spent my teenage years reading Stephen King and Target adaptations of classic Doctor Who stories. One of the most prolific authors of the Who range was former script-editor Terrance Dicks. If you take a step back and look at the sheer volume of novels published by Dicks during this era, it’s staggering — to the point that I had an image of poor Terrance chained to a desk, fed only bread and water and forced to hammer out adaptation after adaptation on his typewriter.
Visiting some of Dicks’ output again thanks to BBC Audio has only underlined again just what Dicks was able to do for an entire generation of Doctor Who fans — keep the series alive and fresh in our imaginations when we couldn’t see all the stories we wanted to again, much less collect them to sit our shelves. The fact that these novels are still readable and enjoyable today is a testament to just how good Dicks was.
“The Claws of Axos” comes from an era when Dicks wasn’t given as much time to adapt serials as he had in the bookends of his Doctor Who adapting career. “Claws” is pretty much a straight-forward adaptation of the original script with some nifty descriptions and one or two embellishments thrown in for good measure (for example, at the end when the serial ends with the Doctor’s chagrin at being “a galactic yo-yo,” Dicks allows the action to continue onward with everyone saying their farewells and the Doctor rushing out to ensure the UNIT guys don’t jostle the TARDIS). Continue reading
This week’s edition of Top Ten Tuesday (hosted by the Broke and the Bookish) asks what are my favorite books from the first half of 2016.
- Wilde Lake by Laura Lippman — Lippman’s latest novel grabbed me from the first sentence and didn’t let go until the final page was turned. A stand-alone novel that is so good it left me completely satisfied and eager to read her next novel.
- Better Get to Livin’ by Sally Kilpatrick — Another winner from my old friend, this one may be my favorite book she’s published so far. If you’re looking for a great summer read, this one gets my highest endorsement.
- Disappearance at Devil’s Rock by Paul Tremblay — Thanks to the Amazon Vine, I got an ARC of Tremblay’s follow-up to A Head Full of Ghosts and was blown away by it. Put this one on your TBR pile for later this summer!
- Quantum Night by Robert J. Sawyer — Sawyer’s first new novel in three years and it was worth the wait.
And that’s about it for favorite novels that were published this year. But I have a feeling the new Stephen King book that I’m reading now could crack this list.
In the literary world, Harlan Coben’s novels are the equivalent of a summer popcorn thriller — fun in the moment but not necessarily having much replay value or holding up well to much (if any) deep scrutiny.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that mind you. There’s always room for that fun, don’t think too much about it, bubble-gum for the mind type of novel that serves as an escape for a few pages.
Veteran special-ops pilot Maya Stern suffers from PTSD from her time in combat. She’s also haunted by a decision that she made during that time that went viral thanks to the power of social media. She returns home to try and begin a normal life with her husband, but that plan hits a few stumbling blocks when her husband is killed in an apparent mugging attempt.
But in the midst of Maya’s grief, her new nanny-cam makes a shocking discovery — her husband comes home to visit their toddler and is caught on tape. Could he still be alive and why would he fake his own death? Answers aren’t easy to come by from his rich, insular family nor will they come easily from the people in Maya’s life she”s come to rely on and trust.
The set-up Fool Me Once is a solid one even if the pay-off isn’t necessarily the best. The more Maya digs into the conspiracy (and starts to appear crazier to her friends and family), the more Coben asks the reader to take a huge leap of faith in suspending our disbelief. By the end of the novel, the leaps become so eye-rolling that the novel loses any crediblity or momentum it had in the early goings. It’s the type of story that the more you just turn off your brain and go with it, the more fun you’re likely to have.
It’s a good escapist thrill ride, but not necessarily anything more.
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When Stephen King tweets out that a book scared him, it immediately rockets to the top of my to-be-read pile. I love a good scare — and Paul Tremblay’s A Head Full of Ghosts is just that.
The Barrett family seem like the typical, all-American family. That is until their fourteen year-old-daughter begins exhibiting signs of a potential possession. As questions of whether or not this is a mental-illness or a possession by a demon begin to mount, the family resorts to desperate measures — not only conducting an exorcism but also allowing cameras into the house to record the events leading up to it and the exorcism itself.
The only survivor of these events is Merry, who years later reflects on the events and her role in them with a series of interviews.
From the beginning, we know there is some horrible secret hanging over the Barrett family. And Tremblay builds a palpable sense of dread as the story continues to unfold, all the while making us question the nature of reality — from reality television shows that are edited to tell the best story to just what exactly is going on with the Barrett family. There were times that the sense of dread at what was going to happen on the next page reminded me of my first reading of Stephen King’s Cujo in my teenage years.
And yet for all the building dread and horror, A Head Full of Ghosts is keenly aware of its place within the horror pantheon. Referencing multiple horror movies and tropes, the novel breaks them down and builds them up again to give the reader a bit of gallows humor all while ratcheting the feeling of dread up a few points higher.
It all leads to a final act that is among the more memorable and unsettling I’ve read in quite a while. I can see why this novel scared Stephen King because it certainly left me feeling scared and unsettled.
And yet it’s a book that I wholeheartedly recommend — as long as you’re not faint of heart. It’s compelling, horrifying and utterly readable. Simply put — one of the best books I’ve read in a long time.