Days 15-30: Finishing the Challenge Now

I’m not going to apologize.  I’m really tired of this 30 Day Book Challenge thing.  Perhaps this is why the word “challenge” is in the title.  Anyway, I’m finishing it today, by simply putting a book in the following categories without explanation.  I’m also omitting redundant or ridiculous categories.  I’d be happy to field questions in the comments section, however.

Day 15: Favorite “chapter book” you can remember reading as a child

Day 21: Favorite picture book from childhood

Day 23: Book you tell people you’ve read, but haven’t actually finished

Day 24: Book you thought you wouldn’t like but ended up loving

Day 25: A book everyone hated but you liked (this goes for John too, which is what made me decide to teach it)

Day 26: Favorite book turned into a movie

Alright.  That’s all I’ve got.

Day 14: Author I Used to Love but Don’t Anymore

Anne Lamott

I fell in love with her in college when I first read Traveling Mercies, and even today, I think if I picked up that book, I’d still laugh.  But I’m not sure I would find it as inspiring now, as I thought I did then.  I started to lose interest with the second of this inspirational series, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith.  When the final book came out (Grace Eventually) I didn’t even finish it.  I’m not sure what it was.  She annoyed me.

I also remember laughing through Operating Instructions, and thought at the time how I would love to be Sam’s high school teacher, just so I could have a non-stalkeresque reason to meet the woman.  Now that I’m a mother, I wonder what my current reaction would be.  Strangely, of all the books I’ve ever read, Anne Lamott is my most read author.  I even tried some of her fiction.  (It also failed me.)

John and I were discussing this weekend, the way certain books hit you at just the right time in life, and they have an effect which is deeply personal but directly connected to circumstances.  There are other books that we feel certain we would love no matter when we read them (or how often).  Anne Lamott is obviously the former.

I should probably stop recommending her as a favorite to people.

Day 13: Most Surprising Plot Twist or Ending

A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving

Given my more recent propensity for reading the end of books to see if they are even worth my time, it was hard for me to come up with a book that surprised me.  Hah.

From what I remember of this book (which I read several years ago, and only remember that I loved it, and then made John read it, and he loved it too), there is a huge buildup to the climax.  What is made clear throughout the novel is that Owen Meany practices a basketball shot over and over and over again with Johnny Wheelwright because he believes this is necessary for his destiny in life.  It is also very strongly suggested that the fulfillment of this destiny will result in Owen’s death.

Other than that, the actual moment of “The Shot’s” heroic appearance is bizzarre and completely unexpected.  I won’t spoil it.  Truth be told, I don’t remember enough detail to do a spoiler any justice anyway.  Just know that this was one book I did not read ahead and ruin in advance, and I was surprised.

Day 12: Book that is Most Like Your Life

I Was Told There’d Be Cake by Sloane Crosley

No offense, me, but if we ever resort to reading books that are a lot like our life, let’s just take a full bottle Vicodin and fall asleep forever.

Sloane Crosley does not write fiction, and for the record (in case she catches wind of me one day), I’m in no way saying the two of us are alike.  Though we’re about the same age, she’s a Jewish girl from New England, for one, and well, she’s a published author, for another.

This book of non-fiction essays doesn’t remind me of my life.  But her voice reminds me of my voice, and her attitude reminds me of my attitude, and probably if we met in real life, we’d secretly hate each other.

She’s one of the few authors who managed to publish something in her 20’s that isn’t completely idiotic.  Though Dave Eggars could also be put into this category, I even got annoyed/bored half way through his manifesto.  Sloane did not bore me, and managed to keep me laughing until the end.  My two favorite essays in this collection are of course the one about her experience at an all girls Christian summer camp, and her take on being a maid of honor.

It was refreshing to know that I haven’t been alone in my utter inability to connect to any and all things wedding.  And I’m married, for crying out loud.

She’s funny.  I like her.  Her writing reeks of the same innocent and humorous take on everyday circumstances that I wish I could summon within myself with more regularity.

Day 11: Book From Your Favorite Author

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

This was a tough category, because it is difficult for me to say I have a favorite author.  Ironically, Eugenides has only published three novels, and of them, I’ve only read this one.  I loved this book so much though, that I’m feeling confident that when I get around to reading The Virgin Suicides and The Marriage Plot, I’m going to enjoy them.

As a pretty big reader and an English teacher, it is weirdly difficult for me to find books, outside of classics or things I read in college, that strike me, on their own, as good literature.   Middlesex was the first novel that did this since The Brothers K (read about seven years earlier).  Aside from the obvious controversial plot, this is a book that I would love to teach to the right class one day, if I thought I could get away with it.  Essentially, it is about a hermaphrodite named Cal, who is raised as a girl, but comes to realize at about fifteen that he’s probably a boy.  Cal’s story is interwoven with the complete stories of his parents and grandparents.   This book contains a complex plot that mixes (some ancient) Greek culture and humor with a modern-day medical phenomenon as well as the resulting cultural and identity issues.  It was the first book in a long time that I could not stop talking about while reading it and for weeks afterward.  (Thank goodness I was teaching public school at the time.  I cannot imagine how the administrative sit-down would have gone if this book was my main topic of interest the year I taught in a private Christian school.  Actually.  I can imagine it.  Let me just say thank goodness, again.)

Day 10: Book That Changed Your Life

Les Miserables by Victor Hugo

I first read this version of the book in 7th grade, which could easily be categorized as a year that changed my life, as far as reading goes.  I had one of my best English teachers of all time that year.  Not only did this man change the way I looked at literature, but eleven years later, he would change the way I approached teaching literature.

I was chastised by my first principal in every single teacher evaluation for my first year of teaching about reading books aloud to my class (while they followed along).  Half-way through my second year I think his comment was something like, “You know how I feel about the reading to your students thing, but something seems to be working in your classroom so I’ll just leave you alone.”

Probably, this version of this novel was way too hard for an average 7th grader.  I actually ended up teaching it to one class of honors sophomores, and many of them had difficulty giving it a fair chance due to the language (so many French names) and length.  But I don’t remember having a difficult time with it.  I don’t remember disliking anything we did that year, because this teacher was so phenomenal.  (Or because I was such a dork.)  Les Mis still makes me cry every time I read it.  I saw the musical on Broadway and bawled through the entire thing.

I actually think an evangelist might have an easier time using this book over the Bible to explain unconditional love to an atheist..

I think I decided to become a teacher in 2nd grade, and of course, at the time, assumed I’d teach elementary school.  One summer during college, I re-read Les Mis.  I changed my entire idea (though not my elementary-ed major) and decided I would teach high school English.  This book, and the teacher who originally introduced me to it, had almost everything to do with my decision.

Day 9: Book that Made You Sick

The Hot Zone by Richard Preston

If you ever saw the movie Outbreak I believe it was based on this book.  This non-fiction account of an Ebola breakout in North America opens with a man puking up thick black blood clots on a plane.

Yes.  Gross.

I didn’t think I would actually enjoy this book, such subjects are usually of little interest to me, and as I often read before bed, I’m not especially keen on pre-dream images of nastiness.

John actually recommended this book within the first three days of knowing me.  As my trainer at Eckerd, he suggested that reading to kids before bed was one of the best ways to establish a good night time culture (he was right) and that every camp kid loves this book (he was right again).

I pretty much did everything John told me to do that year of life in delinquent ridden woods and I credit every ounce of my success to his advice and support.  (I’m sure he does the same for me, currently.)

Anyway, this was a gross book, but I ended up enjoying it.  This is probably due to the reaction of ten teenage boys who were going on six week stretches of no connection to the outside world.  They ate this book up.

Other books that typically “make me sick” the first time I read them are most books having to do with WW1 or WW2.  Included in this list are Night and All Quiet on the Western Front.  I can say after teaching both, multiple times, I am now over that feeling I initially got in the pit of my stomach at the descriptions of carnage and death (which, in both, is mild and very well done, on a literary level), but generally speaking, I’m not a big fan of reading about the same stuff that I can’t watch on TV.

Book 8: Book that Scares You

The Attachment Parenting Book by William and Martha Sears

Bracing myself for backlash, argument, possibly even anger.

For the record, let me say that I have not actually read this book and I probably never will.  The concept of “Attachment Parenting” as a parenting philosophy, by itself, isn’t what scares me.  In fact, of the eight principles which define it, there are actually a couple I agree with.

The book itself isn’t scary.  The ideas presented in the book are not, at face value, terribly unhealthy.  What scares me is the growing group of extremist attachment parents, who cite this book (and many others, like it) almost scripturally, as the foundation for their non-confrontational style of parenting.  What I’m seeing, through observation and experience, is households where the line between grown up and child does not exist.  Households where the children are in complete control, of everything, from eating and sleeping schedule, to food choice, to who’s in charge.  What I see is tired mothers.  Physically and emotionally worn out women, who wake up every morning wondering if today will be a good day or a bad day, as if such a concept is completely out of their control.  Many of these mothers have put their own lives on hold because they cannot perform simple tasks, like showering or grocery shopping, if their children are awake.

Simply put, Attachment Parenting, taken to an extreme, has taken the authority and control out of the hands of moms and dads and put it in the children.

People.  This is scary.

I subscribe to the parenting philosophy that it is my job to provide physical, emotional, and yes, dare I say it, schedule boundaries for my children.  I do not believe my child instinctively knows what is best and healthiest for her (trust me, both my kids would pick candy and TV over every other option, including a lifetime of unconditional love, if the choice presented itself).  I believe there is an age when it is actually counter-productive and unhealthy to immediately respond to crying.  And, I admit, my marriage would severely suffer if John and I shared our bed with our daughters.  But that’s just me.

When my daughters were infants (and even a little older), I even adhered to many of the eight basic principles of Attachment Parenting.  This is pretty obvious, infants can’t do anything for themselves, except suck, and many of them come out having trouble with that.  What I’m seeing is an increase in mothers who, by the time their children are three…four…nine years old, complain of “control issues,” “constant temper tantrums,” “he won’t eat anything but cheese,” or “bedtime is a nightmare,” and the resounding battle cry, for all of them, is, “Please tell me it’s just a phase, and this too shall pass!”

There has to be balance.  And boundaries.

Dear mothers: do you let your friends hit you in the face when they are angry?  Do you let your husband yell over you when you are trying to have a conversation with another adult?  Then why do you let your three year olds do this?  Will you continue to rock him to sleep, or, sleep on the floor of his room when he is in high school because it soothes him?  Then why do it for your five year old?

As a high school teacher who might be back in the classroom about the time most of these preschool kids are 9th graders, this scares me.  I believe that Attachment Parenting, in the wrong hands, will raise a generation of adults who are unable to think and act independently, let alone make decisions that take into consideration their place in society as a whole.

I know for a fact that I have offended someone today.  As a quick disclaimer, I want to say this: Attachment Parenting is not for me.  Maybe it is the best choice for some.  Perhaps, as with Mother Theresa, when patience and love overflow at a sainthood level, Attachment Parenting can work at an exclusive level.  I even believe that it is possible for children of prudent attachment parents to turn out well-adjusted, well-behaved, and generally pleasant to be around.  I’m just skeptical of extremes, and even more skeptical of parenting trends that come with their own support groups.

Day 7: Book You Can Quote or Recite

The Princess Bride by William Goldman

I think this one is pretty much a no-brainer.  I have to admit, this is one book I actually saw the movie before reading, and enjoy both, almost equally.

The book has all the goodness of the movie, only more of it.  Most of the dialogue in the movie is left intact, as far as I could tell (and remember).  This is one of my favorite books to read out loud, and I have done so for a couple of classes and two groups in the woods, who love that I do the voices, because I can, awesomely.  Obviously.

 

Day 6: Favorite Series

The Sleepover Friends by Susan Saunders

I’m taking liberties with the original list and swapping boring or redundant categories with ones that I can actually come up with an entertaining answer for.  I can do this because I am a teacher, and bending stupid rules for better rules is one thing I do very well.

First of all, let me say, I think series books are really great for elementary school and junior high, but part of me believes that people who are still into series books in high school (and beyond) are not true literary snobs.  Likewise, I haven’t met an adult-series author I could take seriously.  On principle, series books are a bit of a cop out to me.  Granted, for many, they are a very lucrative cop out, especially when one story turns into twelve and each book successively outsells the former, but for the most part, series books eventually just turn into more of the same stuff.  If I pick one up and actually enjoy the first book, I generally make it half way through book #3 before I get bored.  This seems to be my trend.

Here are some series I started but didn’t (couldn’t) finish: Left Behind, Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Twilight, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Chronicles of Narnia (though, truthfully, it is a goal to finish these), Ender’s Game (yes it is a series and yes, a new one just came out, and yes, I’m still stuck in the middle of the third book), The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, and The Babysitter’s Club.  Likely, there are others.

The Sleepover Friends by Susan Saunders is the one exception, and in all likelihood, this is due to the fact that I read them in 2nd and 3rd grade.  A bit of peer pressure was certainly involved, as I was in constant competition with my friend Lena Pande, an Indian, dot not feather, who skipped 1st grade.  We read all the same books (she was always at least three ahead of me), raced through our SRA’s together, talked about crushes from our two favorite Disney Channel shows (Kids, Inc. and The Mickey Mouse Club), had sleepovers complete with karaoke, and dotted all our i’s with Mickey Mouse heads, pretending like everything we did was an application for acceptance into the Club.  It wouldn’t surprise me if Lena is currently a brain surgeon or a college professor.  She was definitely smarter than me, and in my unspoken academic race with this girl who was a year younger, I think she was never aware of my panting and sweating, five steps behind her, as she skipped to the finish line with an ice-cream cone in one hand.

Because of Lena (or in spite of her), I did read every single Sleepover Friends book that was published before 1990.  The summer before 4th grade my family moved from Mississippi to Washington State and I stopped checking in on the adventures of Kate, Stephanie (who I still remember every time I wear red, black, and white), Patti, and Lauren, the narrator and character I pretended to be.

From what I can tell through other adult reviews, though a childhood favorite, re-reading these books would only disappoint me and put a gray tinge on what is currently a very vivid childhood pastime.  So I probably won’t even consciously introduce them to Eliott or Carter one day.