In her fifteen years in the Upper Valley, Brenna Bellavance has had a number of jobs, doing a number of things. The only real constant has been her love of books- most especially the stories that propel her into different worlds, different lives, different perspectives. She loves contemporary sci-fi, dark fairy tales, funny memoirs, middle school adventures, beautifully illustrated picture books, books about physics and theology, and cookbooks that don’t take themselves too seriously. And about a dozen other types of books. Her to-be-read list grows faster than she could possibly cross titles off.
Murakami has long been a favorite of mine for one reason: he does something weird to my brain every single time I pick up something he’s written. He writes strange in a way that’s so placidly normal, so introspectively...banal? This one is all short stories, so you don’t really get a chance to be absorbed by his worlds before they shift...There’s one about a name-stealing, elderly, talking monkey that is still mucking things up in my psyche. I love him.
Is the Unity Project a loving movement of good and generous people? Or is it a cult? Already suffering from a dramatic case of PTSD from the car accident that killed her parents, but spared her, Lo won’t stop until she knows whether her sister is a member who deserted her when she needed her most, or a prisoner in need of rescuing. She’s getting a lot of conflicting information, but she’s either about to find some happiness, or she's in grave danger.
This is now the third time Jenny Lawson has made me laugh so hard I was in tears by page 2. While you don’t need first-hand experience with depression or anxiety to love her writing, this may be the only time in life that it’s an actual advantage. Because no matter what the last year has looked like for you, no matter how many days in a row you might have worn the same sweatpants, Jenny Lawson always provides the same gift of relief: the certain knowledge that you’re not that crazy.
I like few things better than a novel that shifts my perspective by a degree or two, and Game Changer has that covered, and covered, and covered. Every time highschool football player Ash gets hit in a game, the world in which he’s living...shifts. At first it’s just the color of a stop sign (which he can pretend away) but as the shifts become bigger, the world around him changes in more dramatic and less fathomable ways. And so does the way he sees things. As the consequences build, so does Ash’s awareness.
A terrifying glimpse into what could have been, what is, and what could be. This is a wild ride.
One morning, the letter D vanishes. From everything. Like it had never been at all. 13-year-old Dhikilo seems to be the only person that notices, until she stops by her old history teacher’s house after his funeral and he tells her otherwise. Thus begins her journey through a window to another world. This is wonderful in so many ways. It is a magical adventure. Or satire. Or clever literary wordplay. Or all of the above. I would give this to my 75 year old dad, and my 12 year old niece.
If you could go back in time, knowing that nothing you did would change the present... If you could go back in time, but only for the time it takes before your coffee gets cold... If you could go back in time, but couldn’t leave the chair you were sitting in….It’s the rules that make this story so interesting. The prose is spare, the characters are quirky and unapologetic, and there is no moral. I felt a little off-balance the whole time I was reading this, in the best possible way. Charming.
This is not about a pandemic, it’s about the aftermath. With the majority of the population decimated, this novel sees a trio of survivors navigating a world redefined by absence, and filtered through loss. A father and daughter pair, a mercenary events planner, and a rock star pretending to be dead; each must deal with the ramifications of decisions made in unthinkable times in order to move forward...and all are running out of time to do so before the consequences become dire. Weirdly hopeful for post-apocalyptic fiction, this is wonderful for it’s flawed and relatable characters.
I'm a sucker for trains, so I would have read this even if it hadn't been written by Lev Grossman (author of the adult Magicians series,) was peppered with dozens of little illustrations, and featured talking animals. A terrific little adventure with a strong message about the impact humans have had, and continue to have, on the natural world.
In the fleeting moment between a lonely life and a chosen death, Nora finds herself in a quantum library in the in-between. Every possible life she would have led -had she made different choices- encapsulated in row after row of volumes. Every book, a life she could have had. As she travels from one to the next, regrets over the "paths not taken" fade. If she finds the one that feels right, she can stay... I swallowed this whole in afternoon, and was so distracted I didn’t even feel guilty about not doing the laundry.
When Enola Holmes' mother vanishes on the morning of her fourteenth birthday, her brothers Sherlock and Mycroft descend on her home and her life, determined to do what their mother did not: ensure that the youngest Holmes sibling becomes the proper young lady high society demands. And so, before they realize how badly they're underestimating her, she decides to vanish too. She has a life to lead!
Few writers manage to create worlds so vivid as Christelle Dabos. I would have assumed that the third book in a quartet would rest upon the laurels of what had already been created, and focus entirely on its story and characters. And Ophelia’s story is heart-pounding and unpredictable, old characters and new come to life in fastidious detail, but like the two preceding novels, Dabos creates yet another incarnation of how society could operate, and a world so rich it just couldn’t be imaginary. For graduates of the Harry Potter, CS Lewis school of childhood.
Sarcastic and biting, this is not a book for those with a kind opinion of our current administration. Or anyone without a substantial dose of rage pointed in that general direction. I mean really, any story that starts with a wealthy septuagenarian Floridian being swallowed whole by a boa constrictor, as the staff of a private club tries desperately to pretend it didn’t happen, isn’t going any place “nice.” But for the rest of us, it’s maybe a little cathartic. And funny. Very very funny.
There just isn’t a better storyteller than Stephen King, and this is one of his best. When Luke Ellis awakes one morning, his bedroom looks just as it always has, but his window is missing. Because it’s not his bedroom. Not his house. He, like the other children in rooms that are not their own, are imprisoned in an institution that tests abilities most of them don’t know they have. Don’t start this on a Sunday night unless you don’t mind sleeping through the morning meeting on Monday.
While there are a number of mystery writers that write in an Agatha-Christie-kind-of-way, Lucy Foley writes a nail-biter in the way Agatha Christie might have if she were writing now. An update for the times of the best kind, Foley’s characters are as multi-dimensional, her plotting is as sharp, and the reader is left guessing, re-guessing, and still surprised at the end- much like Christie herself. Foley writes a contemporary re-imagining of the genre- not a re-hashing- and the immediacy of the “now” leaves behind the nostalgic charm, and replaces it with a thrilling darkness that better reflects living in 2020.
For anyone that hasn’t yet read N.K. Jemisin, The City We Became is the one to start with. Fans of David Mitchell, Haruki Murakami, and Neil Gaiman will love the careful overlay of the surreal on the familiar, but it’s the thrumming, fierce passion of this “warts and all” love (and hate) letter to New York City that makes this something special. A talented world-builder, Jemisin accomplishes something new here- she layers her New York so skillfully over the reality, it’s hard to know where one ends and the other begins. Thrilling.
Deliciously creepy with strong Agatha Christie overtones, The Hunting Party reunites a group of old school chums to the stark landscape of a modern mansion in the Scottish Highlands. Now in their thirties, these friends seem to have little more in common than their mutual past, and their differences begin to divide them as the only route in or out of the dramatic setting is closed off by weather… Well written, and told alternately in a “Before” and “After” format that ratchets the tension and keeps a brisk pace.
I loved Hatchet, by Gary Paulson, when I was in middle school. The thrilling horror of being lost, alone, in the woods, and surviving it, made a lasting impression. Be Not Far From Me takes Hatchet and ups the ante considerably. Tough 17-year-old Ashley grew up in these woods; she’s had some survival training, and already knows what it is to be hungry. Her life has made her a fighter, but a crushed foot, and the infection that begins to creep up her leg makes survival nearly impossible. This is not for the faint of heart. Really. But if you’re not particularly squeamish… it’s still pretty terrifying.
This was so good it was a little uncomfortable. Really funny, really, really smart- this novel starts out feeling like a lot of other “not too far in the future…” sci-fi romps, but quickly proves to be far more. The further I got into it, the more apparent it became that it was less a futuristic progression of our current culture, and more a carefully crafted and scathing indictment of our capitalistic society, and its dubious figureheads, in the present. This kind of novel often comes across as either preachy and condescending, or painfully fatalistic, and Kling skates up to both of these tendencies before veering into something better, smarter, and somehow a little hopeful in a way that doesn’t feel naïve… The smartest novel I’ve read in a long time- and somehow also one of the most fun. Freaking Brilliant.
The second in her Hazel Wood series, Albert does dark fairy tale in a way that can only be described as menacing. The first book was pretty creepy, but the second takes that creepy and raises it to a serial-killer-trust-nobody level of shivers. For anyone that was more
obsessed with Grimm instead of Disney as a kid.
One of the best things about this novel is the fish-out-of-water protagonist. Don’t get me wrong, it was also what you hope for from a book like this: creepy, clever, and fun to read. But it’s Galaxy (Alex) Stern, the girl whose ability to see ghosts plunged her life into a Van Nuys addict nightmare before “rescuing” her and dropping her into an otherworldly secret-society caper at Yale, that really makes this something with more depth. This is definitely a super-fun escapist novel, but the quality of the writing, thick with irony, elevates it to something better.
Letting go of a life he can't really remember anyhow doesn't seem like such an enormous sacrifice to a man displaced in time. Stuck in the '90's in the San Francisco Bay Area, time-traveling secret agent Kin has a good life: a wife and daughter he loves, a job at which he excels. Which is all fine and good until the agency finally tracks him down nearly two decades later and brings him home to 2142. From 150 years in the future, the decimation of his own life is painful, but it's the wreck his disappearance made of his daughter's life that haunts him. He's not allowed to fix it. He's not even in a position to do so. But that doesn't mean he's not going to try. Very readable, fun, and smart.
The second in her Hazel Wood series, Albert does dark fairy tale in a way that can only be described as menacing. The first book was pretty creepy, but the second takes that creepy and raises it to a serial-killer-trust-nobody level of shivers. For anyone that was more
obsessed with Grimm instead of Disney as a kid.
There is a deceptive power in silliness, when wielded by someone truly clever, to convey ideas and emotions with a light hand. This novel is very silly, and very clever, and mostly, a love letter both to English literature and to those that know and love it as well as the author. Because this rollicking adventure is clever, and silly, it would be very easy to overlook its deft sensitivity, its greater themes of influence and interpretation- not just in the give and take between reader and writer, but in the influence we have upon each other. A delightful gift for lovers of Dickens, and fans of Jasper Fforde's Thursday Next series.
For a few hours on a Sunday afternoon, I fell into this book and found myself in Paris, and I returned, grudgingly, only because I finished it and didn't have another Antoine Laurain waiting in the wings. Five of the residents of an old Parisian apartment building share a bottle of 1954 Beaujolias, and when they awake the next morning, they find themselves in 1954. There's a lovely little romance, a couple of small mysteries, Edith Piaf, and the whole thing just brims with charm. Fun, pure escapism.
Katherine Arden writes a heck of a scary story. Her trio of heroes, Ollie, Brian, and Coco, return in the author’s second Vermont ghost story, venturing this time to a remote ski resort - once an orphanage with a terrifying history – where a blizzard traps them with their parents. Taxidermied animals that move when no one is looking, mirrors that lead to a shadowed world, and an inconvenient (but relatable) power-outage all contribute to this nail-biting page-turner.
Thrumming, pulsing, cartwheeling with joy and unabashed eccentricity, four adult siblings- briefly reliving their bohemian childhood- reunite for one glorious summer day. Three escape an oppressive wedding to find their fourth, where they explore a crumbling estate, attend a different wedding, swim in the river, and picnic on the shore. I could smell the warm green air, feel the dog with his head on my lap, hear the ipod soundtrack. Absolutely exquisite - I wish I could experience the whole thing for the first time all over again.
If good sci-fi illustrates what could happen, the best sci-fi looks closely at human nature and predicts how our behavior is likely to shape it. Blake Crouch is a master at this. Recursion doesn’t just imagine a world in which the past can be altered by re-creating memories in real time- he chases down all those potential consequences and filters them through altruism, ego, greed, love, and power-hungry madness. Fun, thrilling, and clever.
I really liked this. Nikki Grimes spends her days selling books and her evenings hunting down men that have hurt women. If that sounds familiar, it is, ...and it's not. This is not your average revenge fantasy. Rage is not Nikki's only character trait - she's a fully realized, multi-dimensional character, with friends, family, and a therapist. And while the story has the feel of a gritty detective novel, it too has been updated for a more complicated time.
I fell into the first book in this series, A Winter’s Promise, so deeply I didn’t want to claw my way out. In a world both entirely foreign and somehow naggingly familiar, Ophelia, our reticent heroine, is mostly just trying to survive: everyone around her has hidden motives and dark agendas. This second volume just ups the ante. People are vanishing and signs indicate that Ophelia may well be next. Danger lurks around every corner, and even the friends that appear to help aren’t really to be trusted. The wait for the third installment probably won’t actually kill me, so long as I don’t think about it too much. These are really, really good stories.
Clever is the word. Sharp would work, too. Capin’s reimagining of the story of Henry VIII and his wives is both of those things, on a number of levels. Sure, the dialog is snappy, but that’s really just the icing. The real triumph here is in the very real portrait of a culture that hasn’t actually changed all that much. One can’t, of course, easily get away with having an ex beheaded, but a smart, handsome football hero has other tools in his arsenal, least of which being an insidious cultural double standard. Fortunately, “Cleves,” and Henry’s other ex-girlfriends- the ones that survive it anyhow- have a few tools of their own. Fun and somewhat more satisfying than history.
Despite the beautiful writing, I wasn’t sure I was going to like Little Culinary Triumphs. The novel quickly introduces a number of unlikeable and myopic characters. Had I not been trapped on an airplane with no other book, I might well have given up. I’m so glad I didn’t. It shouldn’t have worked- these characters don’t grow because they see the errors in their selfish ways, but rather because they each act as foil to the other’s selfish plans. What promises to be a snapshot of human apathy somehow becomes exactly the opposite, and it is delightful.
Kate Morton can simply be depended upon to tell a good story. A likeable heroine, a little bit of history, a little bit of mystery, a little bit of romance, and a couple of interwoven timelines….a story to lose yourself, and the surrounding chaos of the real world, for a little while.
This is a wonderfully creepy book. Set in a small town in rural Vermont, Arden is such a gifted storyteller, and creates a sensory experience. I fell into the story like Alice down a hole. A hole in a cornfield maze, and surrounded by come-to-life scarecrows bent on my destruction. For anyone who wants a really good ghost story.
Imagine Elmore Leonard, hopped up on LSD, locked in a room with a sarcastic tween girl and a fifty-pound bag of Skittles. Add 30 years of pop-culture and a schizophrenic thesaurus. Dangerously clever and childishly sleazy, you’re going to want to brace yourself and hang on for dear life- this isn’t going anyplace you’ve been before.
Fantastically fun and original, our title character- an artist and umbrella-maker- travels through five genres: heist mystery, spy thriller, gothic horror, space opera, and fantasy- all set in a fabulously surreal island mansion. Reminiscent of the old “Choose your own adventure” books, but much, much better.
Ndaba Mandela lived in the ghetto until he was 10, when his grandfather, Nelson Mandela, was released from prison. This is not just the story of a boy learning to be a man, it’s the story of a boy learning to take on the mantle of responsibility, the labor of love, that was his grandfather’s legacy. A potent glimpse of the ongoing aftermath of apartheid.
When you just can't take one more terrible news story, Dear Mrs. Bird is the solution. Living in London during the Blitz, impulsive and determinedly cheerful Emmy dreams of being a war correspondent, but ends up as a letter reader for a dour and repressive advice columnist. Instructed to destroy all letters deemed unpleasant, Emmy instead begins responding to them. A charming, if temporary, respite from our current reality.
Livy was only five the last time she visited her grandmother in Australia, so when she returns five years later, with very little memory of her earlier visit, her lack of recall doesn't seem that odd at first. Until she opens the closet, and finds Bob, a small green being dressed in a homemade chicken suit, who has been waiting patiently for her to return as promised. Sweet, silly, and wholly original.
Elsie is not a real person. From the moment she came to exist, she has been told this repeatedly. She is merely the physical embodiment of an unwanted memory extracted from another woman, a real woman, whose face she sees every time she looks in a mirror. Except that she remembers a life she didn’t live, loves people she never met, thinks her own thoughts, and feels her own feelings. So what makes a real person….real? Exquisite and haunting, Mem has stayed with me.
This book was everything I would have wanted from a story when I was eleven, and everything I want from a story that I would put it into the hands of an eleven-year-old now. Adventure, ciphers, a little history, and a kind of magic you don’t have to believe in to be marvelous, make it so much fun to read. Ruby’s multicultural cast of characters bring the story to life, but it’s her light hand with issues like racism, sexism, greed, and philanthropy that is so impressive. These issues are simply part of the story and they give weight to this fantastic adventure, all while encouraging young readers to come to the right conclusions on their own.
I think the mark of a true genius lies not in one’s ability to understand complex and difficult ideas, but in the ability to explain them, simply, to those of us that don’t speak the language. Rovelli not only manages this, but does it with such eloquence and grace that bending one’s brain to revisit how we perceive time becomes something less an agony and more a genuine pleasure. Physics as translated through poetry. My only regret is reading it before the audiobook narration done by Benedict Cumberbatch was released- though with a book like this, I’ll happily do it all over again.
Until Tom Barren screws it up, his 2016 looks very different from the one we live in now. Free from war, disease, poverty, pollution - it’s the idealized future we dreamt of in the fifties - all come to pass. But in the moment time travel comes to exist, screw it up is precisely what he does, and the next thing he knows, he finds himself in our world. Funny, sharp, and very human, All Our Wrong Todays is aggressively readable, incredibly relatable, and hugely satisfying.
In April of 1962, the Kennedys hosted a White House dinner for some of the greatest scientists, thinkers, and writers of the time. In this very entertaining book, Esposito paints a richly detailed portrait of the night. His extensive research really makes this evening come alive: the journeys the guests take to get to DC, their personal and professional backgrounds that illustrate their lives, and the relevance of position within the social and political climate of that moment. That said, it is perhaps Esposito’s restraint that makes it so readable. While it made me want to read a dozen different biographies, he didn’t attempt to include them all here, and instead illustrates beautifully one moment in time with a light, but fascinating touch.
Oh, how I love the mercenary mind of 12-year-old Flavia De Luce. Like Louise Penny and Laurie R King, Alan Bradley succeeds in writing mysteries whose nuanced characters drive the story as much as any plot-device. The ninth book in this series is no different. The young chemist with a fondness for poisons, is accompanied by her two sisters and Dogger, the family friend/servant, on a boating trip, when she almost immediately hooks a body. Not just any body- this body is the son of a notorious poisoner- just the thing to rapturously distract our macabre little heroine from the enormous loss her family is (in their reserved, very British way) attempting to reconcile.
(Please note, this book cannot be returned.)
I absolutely adored Mr. Penumbra’s 24-hour-Bookstore, and Slone’s second novel, Sourdough, is no less charming or quirky, and treats food (sourdough bread, specifically) with the same reverential love he showed books in the first. Lois’s life as a robotics engineer seems quietly fine until a spicy sandwich on homemade sourdough bread upends her placid existence and the next thing you know, she’s building a brick oven in her backyard, trying to discern the musical tastes of her sourdough starter, and upsetting the status quo in the cafeteria at her work. Sloane creates a sort of low-key magic- just surreal enough to be charming, just real enough to make the surreal elements easily palatable. Sourdough is fun and disarming- a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Sharp and spare, Ursula Le Guin has a gift for saying precisely what she means in as few words as possible…before she turns around and does exactly the opposite: using two pages of somehow both gracious and biting prose to make a point not entirely clear until the very last paragraph. Funny, insightful, and very human, Le Guin’s voice in these bite-sized essays- which run the range from her thoughts on aging, exorcism, and the baffling behavior of her cat - is so entirely her own. I was left feeling as though I’d known her forever, as though she were the marvelous and slightly terrifying aunt I never knew I always wanted.
I can’t think of a novel I’ve enjoyed so completely in a long time. Heller writes beautifully. His characters are wonderful and multi-dimensional, and the story is intriguing and well-plotted. Part mystery, part family saga, part on-the-road adventure and all expressed in a lyrical prose that made this a treat to read. I found myself re-reading sentences, even paragraphs, repeatedly in the way I might re-play a song I particularly liked, in an attempt to understand precisely where the magic lay. In short, reading Celine was a pure pleasure.
A memoir about a life plagued by depression, anxiety, and a whole host of related disorders shouldn’t be screamingly funny. And yet, I read Furiously Happy in one sitting, started laughing on page two, and laughed so hard I cried more than once. Her love of taxidermied animals (but only the ones that have died of natural causes) in costumes alone is enough to have you in stitches. For anyone who has dealt with anxiety, depression, OCD, or really, any other strange or paralyzing mental health disorder- be it your own, or the baffling misery of someone in your life- this is a MUST READ. Jenny Lawson will change your perspective on all of it, and you'll enjoy the ride along the way.
When his whole world has been covered in floodwaters, eleven-year-old Malcolm, captain of his trusty canoe, La Belle Sauvage, becomes chief protector of infant Lyra as dark forces (partially in the form of a terrifying hyena) descend to harm her. Aided only by an unlikely ally, a dour sixteen-year-old dishwasher, Alice, he must get the baby to sanctuary. Pullman brings the reader along through a world rendered unfamiliar and terrifying, not just by the overwhelming sea, but by the surreal, fairytale-like existence that keeps blending with Malcolm’s reality. The vivid, unpredictable nature of the story-telling rendered me helpless to do anything but be thrashed about in that little canoe with them, begging for relief, and terrified I’d get there too soon. Part fairytale, part social commentary, all artfully wrapped in a heart-thudding adventure story, it would be a shame to miss this simply because it wasn’t necessarily written for adults.