21 Jan 2013

TFiOS

After John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars swept through the the winter Best of 2012 Lists, I planned a little post to think about how this particular YA book caught the world’s attention. As a YA “insider,” a fan of John Green since the beginning, a person who watched John and Hank’s videos back when they were Brotherhood 20.0, it’s been a strange book-story to watch.

Of course Green’s latest book is getting heaps of praise and attention! His books are reliably thoughtful, well-crafted, and fun to read, and to top it of, TFiOS will make you cry like a small child. Green, as a speaker, a writer, a human, is uniquely earnest, charming. A perfect spokesperson for YA. I wrote a paper about the power of Green’s author “celebrity” for a class, three years before his fourth novel would be named the book of the year by Time Magazine, before he would sell out Carnegie Hall with his brother and a slew of celebrity guests, before the New York Times would run his feature, telling the story that the rest of us insiders have heard a million times.

But you could also say that The Fault in Our Stars is just a YA book – good, solid, maybe great, but nothing we haven’t seen before, from other novels, from Green himself. Nothing revolutionary. Some of my librarian/children’s lit friends found it to be “emotionally manipulative.” Personally, I still like Looking for Alaska and An Abundance of Katherines better.

Then, last week, I accidentally got sucked into watching the livestream of An Evening of Awesome. It was one part John and Hank Video Standards, two parts Two Genuine, Excited Brothers standing in front of their fans for doing the things they love to do, and one part random nerd-celebrity cameos. I was about to turn it off, and then Neil Gaiman walked on the stage… about to turn it off then Kimya Dawson appeared.

I am not sure how to qualify what John and Hank have done with their lives’ work and their online behaviors, but it is hard not to get behind people – young and old alike – coming together and celebrating  books, celebrating music, celebrating science, celebrating a life where you think about things. Somewhere along the way, their little online zeitgeist and John’s books, in particular, have caught the attention of some key pop culture fans and critics, thus propelling the popularity of both forward,  and  culminating in TFiOS.

It’s just another John Green book – smart, funny, clever, not perfect – but this one got adults reading YA. Reading YA that wasn’t Twilight, that can stand up against other Best Books of the Year that are written for adults. I don’t know if the YA-o-sphere at large appreciates this as much as they should – I know that while I was surrounded by other YA-o-philes online and in grad school, I would roll my eyes at this. But it is pretty true the world at large thinks that YA is rubbish. They are wrong obviously, but sometimes it takes a cultural phenomenon of a book to open the eyes of the masses.

To John: write on. To the rest of you: welcome to the fold – I hope you like what you find.

19 Jan 2013

questions we are not asking about new adult

If you are a person in the YA lit/librarian-o-sphere, you will likely be familiar with the term New Adult. You might not be able to define this because everyone and their idiot second cousin who writes for the New York Times has a different idea. If you want a more thorough understanding of the conversation, I would certainly check out Liz’s collection of definitions at A Chair, a Fireplace, and a Tea Cozy – it’s comprehensive and even-handed, and I’ve read through her links and annotations more than once.

The rough story, however, is this – publishers, authors, and other interested parties have begun publishing, writing, and promoting a new genre of books – The New Adult Novel. These books are written for and about those slightly older than high school. Eighteen at least, probably not older than 40, but could be anywhere in that range. The subject matter may focus on “coming of age” type plot lines – the Quarterlife Crisis and all that – but maybe not. Publishing/popularity has ramped up a bit in the past year or so – a few prominent media sources have latched onto the story in the past few months and made sure the general reading public knows that s-e-x is involved.

So. New Adult. You might like or you might loathe this label. Personally, I am fairly indifferent. As a reader, I have always enjoyed YA and adult books with younger protagonists. As a librarian, I am interested in whether the books will continue to be popular over time, if they will warrant more money spent to support patron interest. As a general advocate for books and reading, I hope that New Adult books – like any books, really – will help create and maintain lifelong readers.

However, as an academic and curious-minded individual, I love talking about genre (And I am using “genre” in a very loose way here, a term that doesn’t mean anything beyond “collection of specific books and stories that we are going to give a certain label). What is most interesting to me is how everyone is talking about New Adult – book bloggers have different interests than  book-bloggers-who-are-librarians, authors who write YA vs. authors who write New Adult, with the media-at-large serving as some kind of catalyst for everyone’s interests.

And what is even more interesting to me? What we aren’t talking about when we talk about New Adult. Some articles have touched on these topics, but move along quickly to other conclusions. I would love to read some more thorough explorations of these topics, both as an exploration of this new genre (or non-genre), or just as a continuation of the discussion of how we talk about young adult lit in general.

 

There are differences between New Adult and Young Adult… but what are the similarities?

Most would agree that The New York Times’s assessment that New Adult is just “Harry Potter meets 50 Shades of Gray” is ridiculous/obviously sensational. These books that are being called New Adult are not just unexpurgated YA novels, and there are plenty of YA novels published in the YA market that are far more explicit than some of the New Adult books I’ve perused.

But what are the similarities? There are some, otherwise we wouldn’t be talking about this issue at all. Coming of age narratives. Tight, intimate first-person narration. Slice-of-life type subject matter. I suspect that New Adult is gaining traction because those who read YA books as teens or in college and loved them love them for a reason, for the particular reading experience they get from these books; these readers want to read more books like YA books, and New Adult books feel like YA books. This similar feel I think is more structural/thematic rather than content-based.

 

Is New Adult an extension of YA? Or narrowing of Adult?

Some folks see New Adult as firmly YA-based or firmly Adult-based. What does either option mean?

If we talk about New Adult as if it is Young Adult + Plus, then what is that “plus?” Sex? Character maturity? A setting that likely doesn’t include parents? This could be true but, again, there are many YA books that have these things already.

If we talk about Adult, then what qualifications make an Adult book a New Adult book? Based on the books that are being published right now as New Adult, it seems that New Adult is not just a narrowing of Adult, but a narrowing of Adult Contemporary Romance (see: Diana Peterfreund’s article). I am not a scholar of Romance Novels (do these people exist?) but I do know that romance is a genre that has many tropes, narrative patterns, and structural traditions, as does YA, which is interesting.

 

Does genre-fying a certain type of story help it flourish? Or encourage more of the same?

Labeling a genre is a problematic endeavor, but can help writers find publishers, readers find books, etc. If someone didn’t dream up the term Young Adult (sometime in the 60’s or 70’s, I’d imagine), then would we have the rich YA market we have now? Probably not, because nobody would know where to look for them.

Authors who aspire to publish their own works of New Adult Fiction might support this genre-fication for that reason – the more recognition, the more room for different authors to enter the field. The more books in the field, the better the books will become (capitalism, anyone?)

But on the other side of the coin is this fear that if the genre definitions are too narrow, then the books that don’t fit neatly into that Contemporary Romance slot will be pushed out. More writers will step in to write more Contemporary Romances, the genre will fill up with repeated story-lines, familiar characters, nothing interesting.

Which side of the fence are you on?

 

Is there something wrong with trying to make New Adult “a thing?”

Underneath a lot of the articles I’ve read about New Adult is a bit of defensiveness. Ostensibly, we, the champions of YA, are faced with popular news media yet again making grand, sensational statements regarding YA that just aren’t accurate. We do have something to defend.

But beyond that, I am wondering what is the cause of this fear of New Adult. If it’s really just and adult genre, then why give it any more concern than you would adult mysteries or science fiction? If you are a librarian and your teens want to read New Adult, then buy some books for your collection, or send them over to the other side of the library just like you would if they were looking for a copy of 1984?

One hypothesis I have has to do with the sex and the youth librarian’s ongoing relationship with young adult literature. The media is telling the world that New Adult =  Young Adult + Sex. This statement doesn’t necessarily conflate YA with Sex, but to the world at large? Maybe the separation isn’t so clear. Maybe New Adult books are for teenagers who want to read about sex. To your average youth librarian, this is a not a benign association – this is opening the door for more backlash, more challenges, more misunderstanding. Making the line clear between YA and New Adult is in the interest of the librarian, even if their teenage patrons are reading 50 Shades of Gray (and they are, by the way).

But it could also be that those who love YA aren’t that different from those that love good films, classic novels, or jazz music – we want to share our love of YA, but we also want to be cliquey about it. Loving YA is a bit of a private party – we want YA to mean what it means to us, and if “outsiders” have other opinions? Well, they don’t belong in the club anyway.

 

Are we uncomfortable with forced genres?

Maybe we just don’t like it when those outsiders try to pigeonhole books, writing, and readers (especially since those outsiders don’t write or read of what they speak). There is also the inherent conflict between writer’s interests (to make art), librarian’s interests (to provide books/information without bias), and publisher’s interests in making $$$. If publishers are helping push New Adult in a certain direction, it probably isn’t just because of their knowledge, interest, or appreciation for new and exciting fiction categories… it’s for the money.

I think I like Andrew Karre’s quote here, from an interview with author Mitali Perkins:

“I think there easily could be a bonfire to be built around the shifting definition of adulthood. I think that’s a real cultural phenomenon, but it needs to come from the writers not the marketers.”

And also not sensational articles from the mass media.

What does this all have to do with self publishing?

The books that have triggered this New Adult kerfuffle are a specific bunch… and they were all self-published.

Now THAT is interesting. Is New Adult the first of many “niche” genres that might arise in this way? What does this mean for readership of these books? Current data says that teenagers haven’t adopted eReading in significant numbers, so are these self-pub trends mostly adult-driven?  In the future, if teenagers do become eReaders will this picture change?

And also, do we all have an unspoken bias against these books called New Adult because, like many self-published books…. uh, they kinda suck? I’ve tried to read a few. They read like 50 Shades of Grey – weak characterization, poor writing, predictable plotlines. And what’s worse is that the premises seem fun, the covers inviting, but then you start reading and realize that you are still reading a self-published book. After tossing away Beautiful Disaster after a hundred pages, I felt a little uneasy towards reading anymore New Adult; I read April’s rather… uh… spirited review of another New Adult title that caught my eye – Molly McAdams’s Taking Chances – and I thought to myself, “Yeah, I would probably think the same thing if I read it. Pass.”

And yet, people are still spending money on these books, still enjoying them. What does THAT mean for the future of books and reading?

Why do we care so damn much?

Why do you feel like commenting on this issue? Why do you feel like you have something to say? What tugs at you? What are the issues you decide, as a blogger, a professional, or a thinker, are worth debating? If you are a librarian, do you think that talking about these issues is an important part of your job? Why?

 

Anyway, if anyone wants to write a blog post/article/dissertation on any one of those topics, I would be interested in reading it.

 

18 Jan 2013

reading wishlist: shiny new young adult fiction

I have something traumatic to tell you: my library is not buying books right now. I know, the horrors. It’s a technical issue – we’ve unrolled a new ILS, and for those of you who’ve had the privilege of working in a library during an ILS switch, well, you will understand these horrors. They are horrible. Not buying books is almost the least of the horrors, but it is still quite sad.

We should be ordering soon (crossing my fingers every day…) but in the meantime, all these new releases are stacking up. Once orders start rolling through, there will be so many new books it will be overwhelming. Here are some upcoming YA titles that have caught my eye, that I gaze longingly at in their little Titlesource carts, waiting for the day that they show up in the flesh, on my hold shelf.

Once I am out of hold jail, that is.

Just One Day by Gayle Forman

I liked If I Stay alright, but didn’t feel like re-reading it before Where She Went came out… but Just One Day looks intriguing enough to keep Gayle Forman on my radar. We should talk later about the recent proliferation of YA novels featuring European-Romances. I suspect Anna and the French Kiss is to blame.

Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys

Between Shades of Gray got so many awards and recommendations that I wanted to read it despite my relative disinterest in the topic of Lithuanian refugees. Out of the Easy, however, seems much more up my alley – New Orleans prostitutes in the 1950s? Yes, please. We should talk later about whether or not it’s okay to not be interested in refugees. It’s probably not and we should all go work on our empathy.

The Tragedy Paper by Elizabeth Laban

I had never heard of this book, but THREE library patrons requested its purchase this past week. Three is not a big number, but, as I’ve mentioned before, I very rarely get any requests for YA books, and if I do they are typically asking for the next Pretty Little Liars installment. Three patrons requesting a seemlingly under the radar contemporary YA novel? Yes, I need to see what that’s all about.

Uses for Boys by Erica Lorraine Scheidt

I love this cover and I love books about characters learning the power and limitations of one’s new-found sexuality and I really do just love this cover.

Five Summers by Una LaMarche

Spied this book on Netgalley or Edelweiss or something, and the blurb said “for fans of Summer Sisters.” There are five main characters, girls who meet up every summer at camp and share various traumas and problems, and while some of these plotlines seem a bit melodramatic, I have been jonesing for a good summer camp story lately, and yes, yes I am a fan of Summer Sisters. Is it sacrilege to read a summer book when it is below freezing? Maybe not, but probably depressing either way, especially if read while residing in Arctic Apartment.

The Lord of Opium by Nancy Farmer

House of the Scorpion sequel. I don’t think I need to say much more than that. It is upsetting when authors of great talent actually require significant amounts of time to write their masterpieces and don’t feed you a new story every year for the duration of their writing careers… but then when that new book shows up it feels a little triumphant. It comes out in the fall, if you haven’t yet, read HoS now to get ready, review here. 

The Lucy Variations by Sara Zarr

Ever since I started listening to her This Creative Life podcast, I’ve become a bit more endeared to Sara Zarr. She takes her craft, her career, quite seriously and I haven’t read as many of her books as I think I ought to have. Her 2013 book is about competitive piano-playing teens – Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, anyone? Also, love the cover.

The Moon and More by Sarah Dessen

Yeah. A Sarah Dessen year is a good year.

 

16 Jan 2013

on characters + people + love

“Some people say that sex is basic and underlies all these other loves – love of friends, of God, of country. Others say that it is connected with them, but laterally; it is not their root. Others say that it is not connected t at all. All I suggest is that we call the whole bundle of emotions love, and regard them as the fifth great experience through which human beings have to pass.

When human beings love they try to get something. They also try to give something and this double aim makes love more complicated than food or sleep. It is selfish and altruistic at the same time, and no amount of specialization in one direction quite atrophies the other.”

E.M. Forster, Aspects of the Novel

15 Jan 2013

Silver Sparrow by Tayari Jones

As discussed, I am in hold jail because I have an uncontrollably itchy-reserve finger. I request more books than I can physically read; this is the ultimate problem. Things get worse when, oh, I have-to-read-100-non-fiction books. I renew madly, holding out this bit of hope that I’ll be able to read everything before due dates, but when my bookshelves physically runneth over, I am obviously just kidding myself. It hurts my spirit to have to admit defeat and return unread books. It hurts my spine to think about lugging books to and from the library if I’m not even going to read them.

On New Year’s Day, I had all the reading options in the world and I decided to start one of those Itchy-Reserve-Finger, Renewed-Five-Times, Almost-Overdue books so that sense of self-righteous achievement could propel me into 2013. Bonus points of it is

That book was Silver Sparrow by Tayari Jones, and while I may have begun this book with all sorts of righteous intentions, about a quarter of the way through I was just plain enjoying myself. And when the point of view did a sudden switch, halfway through? I forgot all of my good intentions and just sped through.

Dana knows her father, but he lives with his other family – his real wife and daughter. Dana and her mother keep the secret, finding an uneasy satisfaction in their position as the Ones Who Know, able to “surveil” their counterparts, observing and judging, while the favored family is none the wiser. But while Dana can watch with her mother, from a distance, as soon as daddy’s real daughter – Chaurisse – shows up at a school, a program, a job, then Dana must defer to avoid any unsupervised interactions. Once Dana is at the end of high school, the small injustices of being the second-class family, the obvious  daddy issues, the instability of her future start to pile up, leaving Dana unsure of her family, her future, and herself.

Like I said – I was totally into Dana’s story, woven with family history, her mother’s courtship, her first loves, her friendships, and then I turned a page and BAM there was Chaurisse – privileged, unknowing Chaurisse who has a mother and a father and a secret family. It would have been interesting enough just to hear her side of the story, the flip side of the coin, but it doesn’t take too long to realize that these two families are heading towards each other much more quickly than anyone – character or reader – would expect.

With two teen narrators, this qualifies as one of my favorite invented adult lit sub-genres – The Secretly YA Novel. Add to that  a satisfying, generation-spanning family drama with a bit of literary heft, and oh, it reads like a dream? A nice choice for a new year.

14 Jan 2013

input/output

In accordance with my self-imposed More Documenting credo, I have been filling three little notebooks with The Things That I Do. The red notebook is for books (because one list isn’t enough), the pink notebook is for meals (because I am in a perpetual state of Meal Planning Angst, unable to remember a single dish that I am capable of cooking).

But the blue notebook is filling up the fastest. The blue notebook is for TV shows, movies, and podcasts. And it’s telling a pretty ridiculous tale.

In the past two weeks, I have ingested:

  • 9 episodes of Breaking Bad
  • 7 episodes of Arrested Development
  • 5 random episodes of other TV shows
  • 3 feature films
  • 3 Netflix documentaries
  • 3-5 podcasts A DAY

In fourteen days. FOURTEEN DAYS!

Don’t worry, I have tidy excuses for all of it. And I am a consummate multi-tasker – the only inputs that are single-tasked are movies and Breaking Bad, the rest are coupled with more productive work. But FOURTEEN DAYS?!? Really??

I think that I started this little blue notebook not only because I wanted to keep track of my listenings and watchings, but also so I can earn some kind of metaphorical gold star for all the media I ingest. Credit for being culturally informed. But instead, I am feeling a little sheepish, like perhaps I am not able to sit in a quiet room, or worse, my brain is being filled up faster than I can process.

So I will limit my aural intake, because I am a person who likes limits. I will make up an arbitrary rule to help me achieve this because I am a person who responds strongly to arbitrary rules.

From here on out, podcasts are for Outside of the House and audiobooks are for Inside of the House. And the walking in between is for thinking.

Not for stewing, not for planning, not for obsessing, not for worrying. Just thinking, while I walk, stopping only to contemplate a nice view.

 

13 Jan 2013

an ode to a kitchen table

For some folks, living as a grown up is something that just happens. I am of a certain age therefore I will no longer use the bath towels I stole from my parent’s basement in 2009 that they were probably keeping in the basement to rip up later for rags. I am of a certain age therefore I will no longer drink light beer. I am of a certain age therefore I will no longer let my parents pay for my cell phone.

Others, not so much. And by others, I mean me, and also this guy I live with. Unless prompted or required, we both tend toward a kind of perpetual adolescence, neither of us stepping toward responsibility or adult-like life progress.

What I’m trying to say is this: we are pretty messy and we play a lot of video games and live in ill-suited apartments and we don’t buy furniture.

Our current apartment is definitely ill-suited, in that A) it is disrepair B) it is in a shady neighborhood C) it is impossible and expensive to heat D) there are probably mice and E) it has no dishwasher or laundry However, despite all of it’s flaws, it is large. Huge, actually, compared to our previous living arrangements. We have room to do Wii Fit and sleep guests. We have separate closets and bookshelves. We have a poorly designed eat-in kitchen.

Somewhere in the whirlwind of getting a job and moving and such, it hit me that this is it. This is the life that I will lead from now on, give or take a few thousand dollars a year. As long as I am in this city, this is what I have to work with. No more waiting for a shoe to drop. All shoes are on the ground. Now what?

I decided that if this is the rest of my life, and I have this eat-in kitchen, then I would like a kitchen table to put in it.

Off to Goodwill we went and came back with a scratched up 35 dollar beauty and two chairs that belong in a formal dining room. No matter. A table is a table, a chair is a chair, and I like my kitchen table, I really do. It makes a life different.

Most nights of the week, we sit down and eat dinner together like civilized folks. After work, one person can make dinner while the other sits at the table and have your after-work chats. You have somewhere to put your cookbook, your groceries. If you are feeling lazy slumped on the couch between the hours of 6 p.m. and 9 p.m., you can take yourself over to the table, sit upright, pour a cup of tea and your mood changes. If you have something to work on, but you are afraid to do it, sitting at the kitchen table is nicer than holing yourself up in a bedroom because even if you have your headphones on, you are still part of the flow, not sequestered away, alone. You can grab a snack or a glass of water. You can spread out your papers and books.

It’s a good place to be.

On a similar note, I have also decided that if this is the rest of my life, I would like an iPhone. A 35-dollar table wasn’t much of a fight, but we’ll see how this goes…

 

12 Jan 2013

library card exhibitionist

 

This edition of the Library Card Exhibitionist comes with the following complications:

1) On December 6th, I checked my account and noticed that a VAST majority of my checked out books were due on December 7th. And a frightening majority of that majority hit up against the five renewal limit, or were requested by other patrons.

I have a bad back/neck/shoulders, so to maintain my health and happiness, I am now sticking to a strict “No More Than 2 Books in Your Purse” rule. Unless I can trick The Boy into serving as my beast of burden with a full back-pack, I am doomed to overdue hell for awhile.

2) On December 3rd, I put a random hold on yet another book that caught my eye for one second and I thought about the shelf of (soon to be overdue) books on my shelf at home and I said to myself “JESSICA YOU ARE OUT OF CONTROL.” I have put myself in Hold Jail for awhile. I mean, I went ahead and put any books that I simply MUST read on hold on December 3rd, but other than that, I am done for awhile. I am not sure when I will be released from jail, but it will be awhile. It is about Kid Lit awards time, too – please admire my restraint. Or question my adherence to arbitrary, self-imposed rules, whichever you deem more appropriate.

Anyway, I am a neurotic librarian who needs more meaningful hobbies, but on with the show?

Checked Out

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith

The Checklist Manifesto by Atul Gawande

The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake by Aimee Bender

Rules of Civility by Amor Towles

You’re Not Doing it Right by Michael Ian Black

Blizzard of Glass by Sally M. Walker

Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer

Well Fed: Paleo Recipes for People Who Love to Eat by Melissa Joulwan

Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed

The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen

Dead End in Norvelt by Jack Gantos

The Plant Hunters by Anita Silvey

Ask Elizabeth by Elizabeth Berkley

Girls Like Us by Sheila Weller

The Molasses Flood by Deborah Kops

Kamakwie by Kathleen Martin

Life as We Knew It by Susan Beth Pfeffer

Martha Stewart’s Homekeeping Handbook by Martha Stewart

Rookie Yearbook One ed. by Tavi Gevinson

Superman versus the Ku Klux Klan by Rick Bowers

Temple Grandin by Sy Montgomery

This Lullaby by Sarah Dessen

Titanic: Voices from the Disaster by Deborah Hopkinson

Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins

Motherland by Amy Sohn

The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater

 

Checked Out and Overdue (!)

The Impostor’s Daughter: A True Memoir by Laurie Sandell

Silver Sparrow by Tayari Jones

Dinner: A Love Story by Jenny Rosenstrach

 

On Hold

Brazen Careerist: The New Rules for Success by Penelope Trunk

Carnet de Voyage by Craig Thompson

Marbles: Mania, Depression, Michelangelo, and Me by Ellen Forney

Meant to Be by Lauren Morrill

Nice Girls Don’t Get the Corner Office by Lois P. Frankel

The Pirates! Band of Misfits

The State: The Complete Series

Steal Like an Artist by Austin Kleon

The Little Book of Talent by Daniel Coyle

Paleo Slow Cooking by Chrissy Gower

It Starts with Food by Dallas Hartwig

Daring Greatly by Brene Brown

Invisible War

Love and Other Perishable Items by Laura Buzo

Get Some Headspace: How Mindfulness Can Change your Life in Ten Minutes a Day by Andy Puddicombe

5 Broken Cameras

The 12 Tribes of Hattie by Ayana Mathis

Building Stories by Christopher Ware

Days of Blood and Starlight by Laini Taylor

The Middlesteins by Jami Attenberg

Compliance

Beasts of the Southern Wild

Bared to You by Sylvia Day

The Smitten Kitchen Cookbook by Deb Perelman

The Best Exotic Marigold

The Signal and the Noise by Nate Silver

How Children Succeed by Paul Tough

Fifty Shades Freed by E.L. James

The Dark Knight Rises

Liberal Arts

Paranorman

Brave

 

10 Jan 2013

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith

Since moving to Boston I have spent a decent amount of time hanging out in airports, alone. An airport is a strange space – everyone sitting close together, everyone paying a few hundred dollars for the privilege, everyone on a little personal mission to get home or get away.

I flew to and from Columbus, Ohio a few weeks ago; my first experience with Christmas travel. The planes were packed, the terminals busy, and everyone was talking. I talked to Dorothy on her way to Pennsylvania to celebrate Christmas with her niece even though she hates traveling in the winter and would have stayed home, but her son insisted, said that he would carry her the whole way there if he had to. At BWI, I listened to two men talk for a half hour, about their jobs, about Michigan and traveling for work and their families at home. Three college students from different Big Football-type schools sat in front of me on my final leg, and talked about Big Football-type things for the entire flight.

Everyone has a little story when they fly, and you feel alright asking a stranger what that story is, because they are in the airport with you so they must have one. Jennifer E. Smith takes this concept to its most romantic possibilities in The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight. Having missed her scheduled flight, Hadley meets Oliver, a fantasy seat-mate for a long flight: cute, chatty, and British. They share their little stories that end up being big ones: Hadley is on her way to London to see her dad for the first time in a year… as he marries her new step-mom, Oliver is returning home from Yale even though he likes it better in the States. Flirtation rises, then the plane lands and they are hustled apart – Hadley has to attend the wedding she is dreading… but will she see Oliver again? Will life ever feel as carefree as when she was with him, in the air?

I am making this book sound much more schmaltzy than it is. The timeline is short, but Smith doesn’t overshoot the Love at First Sight-yness of it all (despite the title); it’s a reasonable amount of attraction. Hadley and Oliver fall in love the way that I love characters in books to fall in love -gradually, with good sense, maybe without realizing. And the third person narration keeps the book from feeling like a drama-fest, full of Hadley’s over-the-top emotions; we, the readers, have just enough distance to allow us to observe when she overreacts without having to roll our eyes too much.

I do wish that the ending had been a bit less frantic, less full of fortuitous Dickens quotes, but hey, when in London, read Dickens, right? Quick, fresh, and fun.

09 Jan 2013

blogging milestones

I have been blogging since I was just barely eighteen.

It took me almost ten years, but, ladies and gents, I have finally turned a tidy profit on this here blog.

And by “turned a profit” I don’t actually mean “turned a profit” – I mean, I got my first 10 dollar Amazon Affiliates gift card.

Thanks to all of you for clicking upon my links here, and then buying the books I talk about… or buying whatever else it is that you desire.

Instead of using my Amazon bucks to buy some random sundry item or a pack of highlighters or a few on sale DVDs, I thought it would be fitting to buy… oh… a book.

After much deliberation, I picked a book that falls into a very special category of books: the books that I check out from the library over and over and OVER again and never finish and also when I read these books I want to write all over them and highlight and generally destroy. I picked E. M. Forster’s Aspects of the Novel.

Thank you thank you. Happy reading!