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Book Recommendations | 08/10/2009 11:00 pm

Late Summer Books (That Make You Young Again), Recommends by Roxanne J. Coady

By Roxanne J. Coady
Editor’s Note: Roxanne J. Coady founded R.J. Julia Booksellers in Madison, CT, in 1989 after leaving her job as national tax director at a New York-based international accounting firm. Roxanne is the co-editor, with Joy Johannessen, of The Book That Changed My Life. Visit R.J. Julia at www.rjjulia.com.

As children settle into the rhythms and glories of the summer, I’d like to make a pitch to encourage you to take a peek at some of the young-adult literature out there today, because this is the season when you have time to get lost in a great book. I’ve been amazed in the past five years how much YA literature has grown. Really, what used to be a few shelves upstairs in our store has turned into almost a full wall of titles, some of which we have trouble keeping on the shelves. The industry is up by a quarter since 1999, and seems to be growing more and more each day. Why? Well, the short answer is Harry Potter. But I think there’s more to it — even a few minutes of looking closely at new YA titles shows there is a breadth and quality of authors writing specifically for teenagers, and bringing a refreshing sophistication to the genre that’s sweeping up adult readers as well as young ones.

2009_0811_amazon_book_thief.jpgPrime example? The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, which is an incredible story with death as the narrator. I can’t tell you the number of book clubs that have used (and loved) this novel for  discussion. But still, they all look a bit sheepish when they admit to enjoying it — after all, "It’s just a young adult book." But that goes right to my point: these books aren’t "just." Instead they pack a real punch that makes them worthy of your time and attention as a reader, especially if you’re a parent, but even if you’re not.

2009_0811_amazon_along_for_ride_dessen.jpgTake, for instance, the bestselling YA author right now: Sarah Dessen. Along for the Ride, her latest, is one of those classic YA stories that deals with divorced parents, self-discovery, love and tendencies toward overachievement. It’s about an 18-year-old girl who’s a little bit unhappy and has been a diligent only child living with her mother. She decides to spend the summer at a beach community with her dad, his new wife and their baby. We experience through her eyes her entry into a normal teenage life — hanging with boys, female friendships, romance and even learning to ride a bike, all this coupled with trying to find a way to have a relationship with her father. The innocence of her experience, the dialogue and the setting tugged me back into being that age, and did that wonderful thing that only a great book can do: It took my outside myself. Go ahead, get it for yourself and if you have one, share it with a teenager daughter, or a friend’s daughter.

2009_0811_amazon_thirteen_reasons_why_asher.jpgOf course, there is another equally addictive (perhaps disturbingly so) subset of YA lit that has been seeing a lot of press recently: books focused on the dark and disturbing. A recent article in the Wall Street Journal explored why it is that teen books about fatal car crashes, murder and eating disorders all are seeing such success in stores (RJ Julia included).  Really, some of the most popular YA books right now tend toward grimmer matter than falling in love and fighting with parents. One in particular that has caught my attention and won’t let go is Jay Asher’s Thirteen Reasons Why, the story of Hannah, a teen who sends a recording of her story to the 13 peers who she feels are the cause of her suicide. This book is shocking, eye-opening, jarring. Asher brilliantly puts us in the middle of it all, and forces us into the shoes of someone we might not like, but still need to understand.

And now a final thought …

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joan larsen

Perhaps it is that books promise escape.  As if each one was a present, we want to feel the weight, slowly open them, savor what may lie ahead.  Once we see the words appear, we enter our own world, our own private retreat.  There is something about the heft of a book, the treat of actually turning the pages, looking forward to what may lay ahead. 

There is that look of a pile of books on the table yet to be read that seem to promise a time of privacy to come, a time when the world seeps away.  A time for us. 

Can a real book be replaced in our minds, in our hearts?  I truly doubt it.

By joan larsen on 08/11/2009 1:37 am
Heidi W
You said it Joan! Nothing makes me happier than a stack of new books waiting to be read.  Hubby finally talked me into getting rid of over 500 paperbacks this summer, it was like saying goodbye to children.  Am I The only person who re-reads books?He’s going to have to knock me unconscious to get at the hard covers. For now I will be sleeping in a hard hat!  :o)
By Heidi W on 08/11/2009 7:19 am
joan larsen
Books, I believe, are like children, filled with a depository of memories.  Like you, these "children" were taking over my house.  I found I didn’t have to re-read them, but just their covers brought back a specific time and place.  And so I sorted, bring them to a book’s version of an animal shelter - the library - where they will be well cared for or passed on to others.  250 of them went in a single swoop - many of childhood or almost childhood still - and I left with tears in my eyes as if parting from a realm of special friends.  Let’s hope they all found new homes where they still will be cherished. 
By joan larsen on 08/11/2009 8:22 am
Heidi W
Hi Joan, I inhale books.  I re-read the ones I have forgotten I have read, or ones that I really enjoyed. (I always find something I missed the last time around) I donated my paperbacks to a local animal rescue’s fund raiser, so hopefully they did the shelter some good.  I have very eclectic taste in my reading materials so there was something for everybody.  I sometimes wonder If I don’t hold on to the books because writing is something I cannot do (though I would like to) and greatly admire those who can.  My Grandmother was a writer and a poet, the talent must have skipped over me.  :o)
By Heidi W on 08/11/2009 10:00 am
joan larsen

Heidi … My tastes, too, are eclectic … but over time I have gotten far more selective in reading.  I want books I can relate to, books that will leave me with something to think about, written by someone who knows the beauty of words and phrases themselves.  Perhaps that is why I love independent book stores as I do as they seem to uncover gems that are rarely noticed in the mass market.  I call them "keepers" as they seemed to have touched something deep within.

But Heidi, I believe you may be a writer.  As a beginning, why don’t you write a piece about that grandmother now - for she obviously was far more than that to those around her.  Where do you think she gathered her thoughts?  Did you watch her at all as she wrote, did she want to share?  Have you saved her work?  If you can, pretend you are bringing all that she was to life today and describe her and her effect on you.  She was a poet, a writer so we would want to hear more.  Pretend you are unfolding the petals of a peony, coming finally into the essence of the woman herself.  Introduce her to others here and see what happens.  I have a feeling the talent is right there in your fingertips and it will flow.  Joan

By joan larsen on 08/11/2009 10:48 am
Heidi W
Well, thats an idea Joan.  I could try.  I don’t have any of her work here with me except a letter she wrote to me the day I was born.  My Mom however,  has all of it.  I do remember her making up silly little poems while I was helping to take care of her after her stroke (I was only 12 though).  She did have a great and loving impact on my life and is the one who encouraged me to read at a very young age.  I’ll ask Mom to send me some of her other writings.  If I do manage to stumble through something, maybe you can read it for before I make a fool of myself in public?  lol
By Heidi W on 08/11/2009 11:11 am
joan larsen

Heidi,  Sometimes it is that first sentence that is difficult.  And then it all flows.  Try this:  "She walked across the floor with those long strides of a woman who was sure of herself".  We - the readers - are already set for your next words.  "Her voice echoed …"  I want you to define the woman with every phrase, making us believe we know her - can identify her.  Tell us about where she does her writing.  What the desk looks like — in depth so we feel we are looking at it with you.  Find out if she wrote in longhand or typed as it DOES make a difference as we visualize her.  Is there a window that she looks out of from time to time?  Bring us into the setting, the distractions if any, the shut door or not.  Then take the writings, the poems, and using a sentence or a paragraph, define her thinking, her style of writing, her subjects - continuing to pull us in further and further.  Do not say she is your grandmother until much later for the essence - your grandmother - must be left to the last.  We will stay for that moment.

Try some poetry yourself.  Not rhymed, as it is too difficult to be "you" when you stumble for words.  She had a stroke so perhaps something short, like this:

The world is diminished by a single leaf, person by person with excruciating slowness.

Though I learned to love

the woman you became

after the stroke,

I never quite forgave her

for hiding my real grandmother - you,

somewhere

in the drifted snows beyond

the unscalable

widows peak

Does your mother sometimes feel these emotions?  Ask her as it might open a door that she has never divulged, drawing her closer now to you.  I think it will happen … and wouldn’t that be wonderful?

Don’t delay, get the writings, and begin what may be the most promising part of your life.  I believe you may have what your grandmother had, and now you have the wings to fly into being as a writer yourself.  And, of course, I will be happy to read your work.  Anything.  Just look for me and let me know, Heidi.  Joan

By joan larsen on 08/11/2009 1:03 pm
Heidi W
Dear Joan,  You are awesome.  Just reading what YOU wrote brought tears to my eyes, you actually remind me of my Grandma in your writing style because of how much feeling goes into the simplest of sentences.  I doubt if what I do can even come close but I will give it a whirl.  :o)  I’ll let you know how it goes.  Thank you so very much for just being you.
By Heidi W on 08/12/2009 7:01 am
C jay

Joan! Heidi is a great storyteller! I know. I’ve experienced her wondrous ability to relate her impressions, ideas, and … feeling about diverse topics, both via email and IM. Thank you for moving her on …

Heidi, keep practicing on us - we all do that; it’s in the ‘blood.’  ;-))

 

By C jay on 08/13/2009 11:45 am
Nikolette C

Hi Heidi,

I too love re-reading books. When I was a child my most favorite place in the world was the library. I greedily devoured all the books in "my" sections until, having nothing else left, I brought them all back around for round two … then three … then four, and I lost count.

Oddly, I don’t usually remember much about books once I’ve finished them, so that re-reading is like discovering a sunrise - I’ve seen one before, but could it have been this magnificent? I don’t remember … so the re-visiting isn’t a re-visit at all.

I go through my paperbacks periodically, when the shelves are jammed and the books are no longer even pretending to be in any kind of order. I give away the ones I can live without, which gives me room for more. I have some books that I have had ever since I was a child, not just for the story, but because the smell of the pages reminds me of when I first fell in love with written words.

Hold on to your hard hat! =)

By Nikolette C on 08/12/2009 2:09 pm
Heidi W

Hi Nikolette (What a pretty name) I too loved the Library as a child,  it was a magical place!  Ours was in a big old former mansion in my town (now it’s the FBI Building, lol).  You could almost see ghosts, knights and princesses oozing out of the woodwork.  I still have books from when I was a child too.  I even have some of my Mom’s books from when she was a child, all of "The Bobsey Twins" series and of course "Heidi".   I never liked the book when I was a kid because of the teasing I always received whenever the  movie came on TV or an older gentleman said something about some football game, green bay packers or something.  I don’t know, never knew what they were talking about and the Growl that came after they said "Heidi" didn’t sound very happy. So I tried to avoid the grouchy old guys.  I have since changed my mind and think it is a sweet story.   I haven’t looked at them in years but I do remember reading every one of them.  Like you, now that I have given away so many, I have room for many more!  Hubby will think they are multiplying by themselves if he doesn’t think that already, lol  Holding on to the hard hat! :o)

By Heidi W on 08/12/2009 2:52 pm
Lauriate Roly

Joan Larsen, you and books are one. I understand exactly how you feel about them. They are magic…and so are you. Personally, I can’t live with a “stack” of books. If I see them piled one on top of the other, I can’t concentrate on the one I’m reading because I am impatiently wanting to get into the other books in the stack. So my books are carefully lined up on a not-to-prominent shelf labeled, “In Waiting”.

I eventually get to them; but meantime they are safe, and will be forever, as long as they are in my possession. I never get rid of any books that I purchase for myself, no matter if I like them or not. (not even the disappointing bargains from the “remainders” counters).

Further about books. From my earliest school days, in my class, every now and again our teacher would have us show a bit of our hidden talents. A very nice little girl named Rosemary would always sing the same song, but I loved it . The title of the song was “Books”. The lyrics were lovely and certainly would prompt anyone sensitive to reading to explore almost any title that came along. For so many years I have tried to find that song, (or at least the lyrics), but without success. I wonder if any of the WOW members might know about Rosemary’s friendly little song. (maybe Rosemary herself is out there reading this…that too, would be magic).

By Lauriate Roly on 08/11/2009 11:56 am
joan larsen

Dear Lauriate … Books "in waiting" is charming, delectable, and so "you".  There the books sit . . "teasers" I call them.  But you know in your head and heart that you will always have something waiting for you, taking you to another world in a minute, drawing you in until the midnight hour.  Mine wait, but not too long … as more are in the wings.  Always.  Begging to be read and savored.  I try to be selective to the nth degree and mostly I succeed.  I don’t "do" drivel … and there is so much out there.  I want my mind stimulated or to be enchanted.  I love it when I have to turn to the inside back cover a bunch of times to see the face of the author who actually could write in this fashion.  Where did that phrasing come from?  How did that one sentence paragraph take me so far?  In our world today, travel essays - books of mostly adventurous travel - have been minimalized.  Why didn’t I get in at the height of that era myself?  What made me drag my feet?  I was in the faraway places with the strange sounding names.  I fell into crevasses, and yes, I found that very large bears seem to be drawn to me.  They make quite a tale.  I miss being transported into that other world that is otherwise left to the imagination.  I still have Richard Halliburton on my shelves for his real journeys set me at a young age on my own as I tried to be the adventuress to his sailing off the face of this earth in the Chinese junk with those red sails. 

As for the little girl’s "Books".  I would recall it if I had heard of it.  After all, it was "books".  Do hope you find that one.  And somehow, we haven’t collided on here for a bit.  I have missed that - and you.  And I will never forget "In Waiting" either!!  Joan

By joan larsen on 08/11/2009 1:32 pm
Susan Crawford

Joan, I have SO admired all your posts on wOw, but the ones on this thread are just delectable. Every so often, I read something that makes me wonder if I have a "secret sister" out there - your comments about reading make me think we may have been separated from actual sisterhood by some accident of the universe, but here you are! I can’t tell you how often, when I am deep in a book that "stimulates and enchants" me, I turn to the inside back cover to study the face of the writer, looking for … what? Something that looks back at me and winks? And I can spend hours pondering how a writer achieves the effect that made me hold my breath, shed a tear, or laugh until my face hurt. (Example: that momewnt in Madame Bovary when, realizing at last that all is lost, Emma Bovary runs blindly across the fields, feeling the earth almost heaving beneath her - good lord, what an amazing thing to read!) As for travel writing, adventure - you are right. And I’d like to know why the great classics of this genre are so badly neglected. Bruce Chatwin; Jan Morris; Mathiessen; and Hakluyt (who took me to the ends of the known world and back) - what treasures.

And Books in Waiting would be a terrific name for a bookshop, wouldn’t it?

 

By Susan Crawford on 08/11/2009 5:30 pm
joan larsen

Susan, we are twins parted at birth but reunited years later through our love of books.  It seems it should follow that we open a bookshop called by someone we know "Books In Waiting" … and our enthusiasm for our very special choices would be enough to draw crowds in by word of mouth.  You, I am sure, are selective in your choices.  Best sellers are far down on my list most often, but the gems that didn’t get this large publicity are like gold in the hand and a delight to be given. 

We will have to talk travel soon - and talk up travel books as I feel that armchair travel is the next best thing to being there, don’t you?  When well written, I am in that jungle, wherever, and feel I am along.  . and best of all, I learn so much.  And i never want to stop learning - and I am guessing my twin feels the same.  Be sure to take a look at this web site of travel authors, photographers of note — and DO absolutely read the archives.  You will know the authors and the writing — well, drooling is permitted! 

Click here: http://www.geoex.com/recce/ Thank you so much for making my day with your kind words, Susan.  We haven’t connected for a while so we have to catch up!!!  Joan
By joan larsen on 08/11/2009 7:11 pm