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The Imperfectionists, Julie and Julia, The Little Prince, and Mountains of YA


Cover of "Julie & Julia"

Cover of Julie & Julia


I’ve got some good and bad news. The good news is that it’s Harry Potter’s golden birthday! 31 on the 31st! (It’s dorky beyond belief that I know this…) But the bad news is that summer is already more than halfway over and I’ve been hit by the summer reading bug hard. I’ve been reading reading reading all day practically, which in itself is not a bad thing, but it’s what I’ve been reading. I don’t know if it’s just the fact that it’s summer, or that it’s insanely hot (complete joke…it’s hovering around a balmy 55 degrees around here), or that being out of school has just made me lazy, but all I’ve been wanting to read lately are sweet, comforting, completely non-challenging YA books. Now, there is absolutely nothing wrong with YA. I love it to the moon and back, and some of it is insanely well-written and even literary (Octavian Nothing, I’m looking at you…) but the type of thing I’m reading right now is definitely on the lighter end of the YA spectrum. Fun, quick, comfort food books. Oh well, I guess we all need to read something fun once in a while to liven everything up!


But first, I have read a couple of actual grown up books over the last few weeks to ward off a complete mind-melt:


• I started reading The Imperfectionists by Tom Rachman on the plane home from Nicaragua since a friend had it with her and thought I’d really like it and oh my god did I ever. It was the kind of brilliantly detailed, completely convincing books that is written with such subtlety and ease that it seems effortless but of course isn’t. Each chapter assumes the viewpoint of a different person connected with a struggling English-language newspaper based in Rome. There is the past-his-prime freelance writer desperate for a story, the bitter and lonely copyeditor that both hates her job and would be desperate without it, the financial officer who finds herself seated on an airplane next to the very man she has just ordered to be fired. The characters are beautifully well-rounded, and each chapter is like a miniature portrait of their lives, with Rachman conveying more about their particular foibles and quirks in just a few pages than some authors are able to manage in entire books. Great read all around.


•  I picked up Julie and Julia by Julie Powell mainly because I’d seen and liked the movie (though Meryl Streep couldn’t have done fine on her own without the Amy Adams parts, in my opinion) and was curious to see where it had come from. I have to say, I did enjoy the book, but I really should’ve payed more attention to how much more enjoyable I found the “Julia” aspects of the movie as opposed to the “Julie” parts because if I had, I would have realized that the whole book is pretty much just a long, drawn-out “Julie” part with only slight breaks for some imagined scenes involving Julia. Julie Powell is a good writer, not great, and she can be pretty funny. But she also makes for one of the most unreliable, self-centered, navel-gazing narrators I’ve ever come across. Now, I have about as much experience being a neurotic 30-year-old New Yorker as I do being a Tibetan monk, but I can tell you with absolute certainty that I hope to never ever ever be as blatantly self-absorbed as Julie Powell comes across as in this book. I don’t know, maybe I’m being unfair about Julie, but I’d say skip through the whining and just concentrate on all the lovely descriptions of the food.


The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Okay, so this isn’t exactly an adult book, but it is a classic, and it’s so good and so lovely I literally could not put it down. (Seriously, I read it in less than an hour). I’m not really even going to try to describe the plot (partly because I could never do it justice and partly because I just hate writing plot descriptions) but suffice it to say that this is one of the truest, wisest, and most honest books I’ve read in a long time. The language is lovely and the vision is breathtakingly clear and makes you want to look at the world with child’s eyes again.


And now for all the lovely YAs:


Divergent by Veronica Roth. This. Book. Is. Addictive. Seriously, enter at your own peril because you will not want to put it down. Now, the premise isn’t anything very special, and you know who’s gonna get together with who (whom? Whatever, whom the hell cares?) but it’s all so gripping and so fun and fast-paced that you completely don’t mind. Basically, (here comes the dreaded plot description…) the Chicago of this dystopian-futuristic world is divided up into five factions, Dauntless (the brave), Erudite (the intelligent), Candor (the honest), Amity (the kind), and Abnegation (the selfless), all based around what trait the members of each faction feel is most important to preserve peace. Each year, 16-year-olds undergo a simulation which indicates which faction they are best suited for, and then choose which faction they would like to be in for the rest of their lives (this involves the disturbingly primitive ritual of scattering one’s blood over a bowl containing objects that represent the different factions – burning coals for Dauntless, gray stones for Abnegation etc…) Beatrice Prior has been born into Abnegation, but she’s always felt that she doesn’t quite belong, not like her perfectly selfless older brother, Caleb. And, surprise surprise, when she goes through the simulation, her results turn out to be inconclusive (she’s equally suited for Abnegation, Dauntless, and Erudite), which means she’s Divergent. (Duh Duh DUM…) Apparently, being labeled Divergent is basically like being labeled an axe-murderer so Beatrice isn’t allowed to tell anyone about it. The next day, after a very dark night of the soul in which she tries in vain to come to a decision about which faction she’ll choose, she goes to the choosing ceremony (I’m sure there was another name for it, but I can’t remember…) It’s her brother’s turn to go before her, and she’ll all like, “Okay, at least I know what he’ll choose,” but then – TWIST – he chooses Erudite. And then she’s like, “Oh my god, we can’t both abandon our parents,” but apparently she doesn’t really care all that much cause she spills her blood over Dauntless. (Totally didn’t see that one coming…) I feel like I’m going into way to much detail with this plot summary and also maybe getting a little spoilery, so suffice it to say she has to endure a hellish three-part initiation process to even become a member of Dauntless (seriously, eyes are lost…people get beaten so badly they pass out…and all the time I’m like, “Serves you right for not choosing Amity, where they strum ukeleles on the back of trucks!”) and she makes some friends and enemies along the way, as well as meeting the truly dreamy Four. (I’ll give you one guess what happens there…)


Basically, I know I’ve made fun of this book a lot, but it was actually pretty well-written (especially considering the fact that the author is only 22 years old!) and SO enthralling I literally could not put it down. I’m dying a million deaths waiting for the next book in the series (thanks god it’s a series!), which is always the sign of a good, old-fashioned foaming-at-the-mouth YA experience.


Graceling by Kristin Cashore is, in a word, great. Katsa, the main character, is seriously kick-ass, and Po is equally awesome and not in any way your generic YA-hero type. It was just very imaginative and well-written and enthralling and engaging. Sorry I’m being lame and not describing the plot, but I’m just so exhausted after Divergent, this is just gonna have to do.


Audrey, Wait! by Robin Benway. Oh my god oh my god oh my god. This book is epically awesome. I have not laughed so hard at any YA book, like, ever. And besides being freaking hilarious, the dialogue is brilliant and true-to-life in a sort of larger-than-life way (if that makes any sense…), the characters are straight up fantastic, and Audrey herself is one of funniest, most awesome, most offbeat, likable, relatable, narrators I’ve ever come across. Just, seriously, read this book. Only not in public, because people will think you’ve gone crazy, you’ll be laughing so much.


Heist Society by Ally Carter was, for me, the equivalent of the best episode of the TV show “Covert Affairs” ever, if “Covert Affairs” were about awesome teenagers who steal priceless works of art. Okay, so that metaphor probably isn’t the most helpful, but believe me when I say that this book is fun, fast-paced, and completely enjoyable from start to end, and makes you want to jet off to London and wear expensive clothes and pull off some big heist. And did I mention it has a sequel too? (Which I have read yet, but have placed a hold on at the library!) And I haven’t even mentioned the absolute perfection that is W.W. Hale the Fifth!


The Guardians of Time trilogy (The Named, The Dark, and The Key) by Marianne Curley. This is a trilogy that I’ve read and re-read a lot ever since I first discovered it in middle school because it’s just such a fun, zippy little fantasy. Okay, so the writing isn’t all that great, and some of the characters are pretty one-dimensional, but it’s perfect for a rainy day when all you want is to curl up and live vicariously through someone else for a couple of hours. Plus, you will fall in love the awesome Arkarian, guaranteed!


•  I just finished Keturah and Lord Death by Martine Leavitt last night and I ended up really liking it. The story-line was pretty straightforward, an Underworld-y sort of take on the whole Sheherazade I’ll-tell-you-a-story-but-you-have-to-keep-me-alive-long-enough-so-you-can-here-the-ending story, but I really liked the portrayal of Lord Death, and there were some lovely and wise thoughts about death’s place within life, and how each of us must inevitably meet and come to terms with death at some point.


• I read Along for the Ride by Sarah Dessen because I absolutely love her as an author (Some of my favorites of hers are Just Listen, This Lullaby, and The Truth About Forever) and this one was sweet and refreshingly realistic in the sea of lookalike dystopian YA books these days, but for some reason just didn’t connect with me as much as some of her others have.


Sorry for writing such a long post – phew! More later!



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