Saturday, May 3, 2014

Book list for April 2014.


As always, library books are marked with an asterisk.

Dark Horse. Craig Johnson.*
This is the fourth book in the Walt Longmire mystery series, and I liked it.  You (or Longmire, the first-person narrator. Whatever.) jump back and forth between the events of about two weeks before the present day and, uh, the present day. Sorry.  I'm not really awake yet, but neither is the rest of the house and so it seemed like a good idea to get this out now.

Anyway, Longmire goes undercover to a nearby town as an insurance investigator so he can learn more about the events that led a woman to allegedly murder her husband after he (allegedly, also) killed her horses.  This was a lot more plot-twisty than I expected, and there were so many unexpectedly small and sad moments.  There were also big and sad moments, but it was the little asides that got me.  But it was fantastic, and I need to go back to the library and get another.

Broke is Beautiful: Living and Loving the Cash-Strapped Life. Laura Lee.
Blessedly, this was not a frugal-living handbook.  I'm at a point where most of what I read about frugal living is something I already know (buy less! Turn off the lights! Unplug things and cancel the cable!) or stuff that just doesn't apply to me (install more insulation in the attic of that house you own!  Plant a garden on that half-acre of land you have just lying around somewhere!  Stock your deep freezer!).  This is more a pep talk about embracing how broke you are and how to go from there. 

Frankly, I saw this was cheap on Amazon and went for it because I needed the encouragement.  It's one thing to plan for the future and try to be responsible with your finances while still having a little bit of fun.  It's another to bust your tail in a desperate attempt to make things better and to just have to wait.  And it's a whole 'nother thing entirely when you look around, decide that things are pretty okay, laugh at Dave Ramsay's 7 steps and just try to take care of your life in the best way you can.  Am I happy we have an emergency fund?  Absolutely.  Do I think we should have 3-6 months of living expenses stashed away?  More than likely.  Should I live a life where we already keep our living expenses down while enjoying every last bit of it?  Yes.  Yes, yes, yes.

So many books on personal finance are just really....unhappy.  Yes, you'll suffer now but it will be worth it!  Push forward toward that goal!  Cut!  Scrimp!  Save!  For one day, you will be financially secure and in a place to judge everyone not as prudent as you!  I know that's not what most gurus are saying (maybe), but that's how it feels.

And while Lee annoys me a little with some of her assumptions, a lot of what she said was just ..... affirming.  There's a whole chapter that's basically a love letter to libraries.  There's the chapter where she points out that luxury goods aren't that luxurious any more.  The final chapter is worth skipping altogether because she comes off as a major scold by telling the people reading the book that they're doing better than more than most of the world.  A gentler, more cohesive approach would have been to circle back to her earlier chapter about how people with the smallest homes in the nicest neighborhoods have a weirdly skewed perception about their lack of wealth.  We, more than likely the folks with access the book and the occasional down time to read (very quick read, by the way!  I was sneaking pages while Evelyn played on the playground near our apartment.  Because we're unexpectedly rich like that), are like the people with the older, smaller homes in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the world.  That's really all it is. 

So!  I thought I had read more than this in April, but I guess not.  I enjoyed what I did read, though.  It's a beautiful thing when your library has every book in a set (or you have a husband willing to go to the library branches around town to pick up your books while you work) and you have enough Amazon credit to try out new-to-you books.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Book list for March 2013.

The Mystery of the Third Mile.  Colin Dexter.
I have no idea what happened.  This guy is dead!  No, he faked it!  No, the body is still his!  No, it's not!  But I never fully understood how or why!  I blame being deathly sick for my misunderstanding.  I think this will be fun to reread.

Kindness Goes Unpunished. Craig Johnson.*
This is the third book in the Walt Longmire mystery series and I like it because it has very wide margins and nearly double-spaced lines with font that's not quite large enough for visually impaired eyeballs, but large enough to enjoy as you're falling asleep.  Interesting characters.  Poetic descriptions that don't get too flowery.  A dog.

Another Man's Moccasins.  Craig Johnson.*
This is the fourth book in the Walt Longmire mystery series and I didn't like it as much as the others.  There were flashbacks and the flashbacks didn't quite ring true (to Vietnam. Spare me.) and very little annoys me in books or movies or television series as flashbacks.  I don't know when this started to irritate me so much, but my tolerance for flashbacks has gotten ridiculously low this year.

Homeward Bound: Why More Women are Embracing the New Domesticity.  Emily Matcher.*
This was incredibly fascinating, and left me with even more questions.  Toward the end, I started flinging around Post-It notes.  I need to return this book to the library on Saturday (it's still a fourteen-day checkout, so I don't think I can renew it), so I'm going to try to at least type out the quotes and points I found most interesting because at some point in the near future I'm going to hammer out a bunch of thoughts and opinions and feelings about this book and this shift that's happening.  Or at least these stories about this shift that I keep seeing everywhere.  And how it's not always that positive.  As a fairly DIY, crafty, bloggy person, I surprised at how I was really into some of Matcher's criticisms of domesticity as this super feminine, super wonderful thing.  Oh look, here's a paragraph already.

As always, library books are marked with asterisks. 

Currently reading:
Dark Horse. Craig Johnson.* More flashbacks. But just to a period of time a few weeks before the 'main' story takes place.  Still. For Pete's sakes.
Broke is Beautiful: Living and Loving the Cash-Strapped Life. Laura Lee.  I'm a whole two pages in, so we'll see.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Book list for February 2014

Last Bus to Woodstock: An Inspector Morse Mystery. Colin Dexter.

Casey gave me a couple of Inspector Morse books for Christmas and I just finished the first one.  I love middle-aged, alcoholic loners with unorthodox investigative practices.

(See: 2012's book list. I read every English translation of the Kurt Wallander novels, and a collection of short stories.)

Currently reading:
The Mystery of the Third Mile. Colin Dexter.
The Scarlet Thread. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
A Cold Dish. Craig Johnson.

So that's another Inspector Morse story, a Sherlock Holmes story, and a Walt Longmire story, respectively.  Cody and I got sucked into Longmire after I won the first season of the TV show on DVD in my family's dirty Santa exchange.  Levi figured at least one of us would enjoy it, and he was very right.

I don't know if I'm going through a mystery phase, or if this is just what I've enjoyed most of my life and I took a break for college and then trying to read everything I should have read in college.  I love mysteries.  Or maybe I just love detectives.  Either way, I'm happy with my reading selections this month.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Book list for November 2013

November's book list is a bit different.  I didn't finish any books this month, and I don't think I will in December either.  But my gradual purge is still going on and I'm re-examining what I have and why I have it.  The process is exhausting and so am I right now.  But I think I'm going to feel better when I'm done and I hope our home is a little happier and I'm more mindful about book purchases in the future.  We have libraries, we frequent the daylights out of them, and we're probably not going to get all book crazy again until we own a home. 

So.

Books 2-5 of the Song of Fire and Ice series are leaving the fiction shelf.  I want to have more space on there for Evelyn's puzzles and also, really, I hate these books.  I hate George R. R. Martin's writing, I hate the portrayal of women, I hate the clunky dialogue, I hate the nightmares I have for a month or so after I read these books.  I want this clumsy evil out of my house.


I'm unloading them on a co-worker.  Discussing these books with other fans is super fun, and I'm totally going to read the last two--assuming Martin's health lets him finish them.  But I'll borrow them from someone.  I always intend to reread the series before beginning whatever the newest book is, and I never do.  I finally realized it's because there's no way in the realm beyond the wall that I'm going to force myself through gazillions of pages of this all over again.  Ever.

Next up is A.S. Byatt's The Children's  Hour.  I bought it with Christmas money several Christmases ago and held onto it because I typically LOVE Byatt.  LOVE.  And I bought this with Christmas money and it's only one of two of her books that I own--the other being Possession, duh.  I reread that every couple of years and love it every more each time.  If I can't get through the first 100 pages of this, and really don't want to, then I don't need to have this around.  So out it goes.  I don't even mind.


I don't think I'll get rid of books every month I don't finish something, even though that is kind of like this destashing challenge I was in on Ravelry up until last month when I started lagging.  The idea was to dig into your stash and commit something every month to a project.  I've been a little pressed for time and couldn't always use stash for other projects I needed to make.  But there might be time to catch up before the end of the year. 

Anyway, the whole point of the challenge to force people to look at their yarn and think about if they really wanted it or not.  If they wanted it, they should use on some awesome project.  If they weren't that committed, then maybe they should get rid of their yarn.  No one's tossing anything in the trash! But some things have been donated to charity shops, classrooms, senior centers, and some stuff is swapped out or given as a gift.  I think it's a good approach to take to our books every now and then. 

Anyway, I'm currently reading Beowulf and The Historian again because they're wintry and excellent and engrossing.  Beowulf is a library copy of Seamus Heaney's translation, and The Historian is my slightly battered copy that will move from home to home with me until Evelyn is old enough to steal it.  I'm enjoying myself.  I was reading a book about homesteading because that's my equivalent of escapist fantasy, but I catch myself arguing back with so much of what the author is suggesting (no! I'm not allowed to have a rain barrel on my balcony and it doesn't get full sunlight and composting so close to a dwelling is a terrible, terrible idea! No, YOU'RE full of excuses!) that it wasn't enjoyable anymore.  That's going back to the library soon.  I'm thinking about boxing up those books like that that I already own and storing them away for another season.  It's not like everything must go, but it should feel useful or awesome.  Anything by Seamus Heaney would probably be a great gift, hint hint.

Next on my reading list: Elizabeth Zimmermann's books just because I like her voice, and maybe Possession one more time.  It's been a couple of years, and all that springtime imagery is probably going to feel very relevant by the time I finish it in a few months.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Making space in wild disarray

Our balcony is looking a little rundown.




I honestly don't mind.  It may be our last chance to have growing things around for a long time, and sometimes things bloom out here.


I know we can count on marigolds to outlast even a couple mild frosts, and their oranges and reds match the maple tree near our bedroom window. 

Things are a bit of a mess around here.  We're still catching up from a few weekends away from home, and I'm just now getting to some of that switch-around-your-seasonal-clothing stuff.  I'm getting rid of things we don't wear, and trying to find things in Evelyn's closet that are still long enough for her (ha!).  I'm also pulling out maternity clothes, and selling them on eBay.  Not everything, but there are a few shirts I wouldn't be thrilled to see again and they're not helping me any by taking up space in the closet.  Actually, I pulled out one sweater and started wearing it.  It's warm and long, and I like sweaters this year.

I live with a two-year-old.  She has a lot of stuff, and she plays with all of it.  We don't even rotate her toys.  I just bag up things and stash them away, never to be seen again.  She plays with the same things over and over, and we occasionally add new things to the mix.  I'm realizing I'm the same way with books and yarn.  There are certain items, or at last types of items, that I want and use up and enjoy.  And some things sit around and if we're being honest here (and that's what I'm shooting for here these days), I don't want to use them.  So some things must go, so we can make space for what's here and what's to come.

The balcony can enjoy its elegant November decay a bit longer, though.