Books #5 & #6: “Kitty & the Midnight Hour” and “Kitty Goes to Washington,” by Carrie Vaughn

We’ve finally stumbled onto one of my guilty reading pleasures. Usually, I’m not a big on urban fantasy or werewolves, but Carrie Vaughn’s Kitty Norville series caught my attention a few years ago. I must admit, I was hooked quickly.  I’ve never finished the series, but I have the first four as audiobooks, and I’ve listened to each multiple times. In fact, #5 & #6 on my list for 2015 are the first 2 of the series and my third time through each.

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Carrie Vaughn’s series follows Kitty Norville, a radio talk show host who also happens to be a werewolf.  The Midnight Hour traces the rise of her show, the public outing of her werewolf-ness (though most don’t believe it) and the the power struggle with her Alpha and her pack.  Kitty Goes to Washington takes her to a Senate committee hearing in DC where she encounters a different way to live as a werewolf, a good vampire ally, and the political and religious trappings of it all.

The series is not particularly complex, but it is one of those “candy” series, as I call it. Addicting, quick, and heartpumping stories (especially as audiobooks). They make for something lighthearted to read when you don’t want to think too much.  I picked these up for their third read because after finishing Rothfuss, I didn’t want to quite get his world out of my brain right away.

Kitty is a fairly independent character, and Vaughn paints her struggle for independence and self value very realistically. I think that is part of what draws me back to the stories. Kitty isn’t a superhuman hero or weak, sexually hungry animal.  Instead, she’s clever with a sharp tongue and a calm demeanor (when she’s focusing). She’s a great listener, thus the radio show success, and she works to build a tight knit group around herself for support.  Of course, there is some ass kicking, a little bit of sex, and a lot of wolfishness, but Vaughn doesn’t really overdo the wolf nature of her characters.  The two bleed together cohesively.  The action, however, can be a bit unbelievable. I mean really, just how many problems can one person encounter?  However, I guess I can say the same thing about Buffy or Angel or Supernatural.  When you’re in the limelight or at the center of some larger mythological plot, the trouble often looks for you.

Like many of these long series, the Kitty Norville series does run the risk of getting repetitive, which is the reason I’ve never gone past book 4. I can tell the action and the relationships may start to struggle. I still want to know more, see where it leads, one day.  For now though, it’s time once again to move onto other books.

If you want something lighthearted, quick, and just plain fun, pick up Vaughn’s books.

Book #4 Locke and Key Vol. 1, by Joe Hill and Gabriel Rodriguez

Alright, I’m getting backlogged on my book entries… I’m already on book 6 of the year, but I’ve only written about 3. And, after tonight’s exhibit opening, in going to be doing a lot of reading! So, I’m taking a short break from ALA to do a short write up on my first reread of 2015.

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I finished this reread well before I completed The Wise Man’s Fear, but I couldn’t bring myself to write about anything formally until I wrote about Rothfuss. Joe Hill’s graphic novel is just stellar, and Rodriguez’s artwork compliments the story. You feel like you’re experiencing the world of these children/teens who have just lost their father in a very distressing way. Now, they face new dangers and horrors in Key House, their father’s childhood home, on the isle of Lovecraft. And in keeping with they title, one of the biggest mysteries has to do with doors…and keys.

As with a large portion of my books, this one comes Annie approved (she’s my personal librarian!). The story melds mystical, horror, and reality seamlessly in this collection of the first few issues of the comic, a prefect recipe for my type of tale. I already have the next two volumes, and I’m certain there will be much more to say as I work my way through the series!

Trains, Libraries, and a Chicago Adventure

There is nothing like changing landscapes and a new city to stimulate the creative juices and ones sense of adventure and wonder! The nearly 6 hour train trip was relaxing yesterday. Annie napped and read, and I wrote, and wrote….

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And doodled…

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And generally soaked it all in.

I glimpsed plenty of the Illinois farm land, empty in winter.

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The were plenty of small towns, in both good and bad conditions, and of course in the Land of Lincoln, Springfield shined with it’s lovely capitol building.wpid-wp-1422637622378.jpeg

And a short while later, we were in Chicago.
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View from the hotel!

View from the hotel!

We toured Chicago by night, exploring The Chicago Art Institute and Millennium Park, which is really cool with all the lights!

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Bean by night!

Bean by night!

Obligatory Beam selfie!

Obligatory Bean selfie!

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And now aafter sleeping like a brick, it’s time for ALA!  I’ll have more to write when it’s over, but I need to share my excitement over seeing the first public showing of Kyle Cassidy’s photo project: Alexandria is Still Burning.

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At last year’s Midwinter, he did portraits of various librarians, and in a Slate article shared “This is What a Librarian Looks Like.” It was well received and went viral rather quickly. Through a Kicksarter, he was able to turn it into a larger project, and this is a first glimpse at the results! Yes, I’m fan-girling a bit as a follower of Kyle’s work, but it is still an important project. It challenges us to break down preconceived ideas and stereotypes while showing why libraries, literacy, learning, and the people who make it all happen are important.

More to follow, but now I return to my explorations!

Adventures by Train

Well, today marks the beginning of a mid-winter adventure! Annie and I are well on our way to Chicago for ALA (woo Library conference…even if I’m not a librarian…), and taking the train has to be the best idea ever! I mean, look at that foot space!

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No ear pain! No security hassle! And, it is soooo quiet. After I finish this entry, I’m going to go be all Bohemian and write in my journal as the countryside and towns of Illinois pass by. Seriously, I’m just getting all sorts of crazy up in here!

Farewell for now St. Louis! See you on the other side of our adventures!

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Book #3-The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss

It should be stated somewhere that you can tell how much a book has gripped you by how fast you power through the audiobook version.  42 freaking hours!!!! Yes, that is the length of the audiobook version of my third book for 2015. Usually, listening is reserved to drive time (about 1 hour/day) and sometimes cooking.  So, a 42 hour book should take me over a month to complete…obviously, this is NOT the case here. I started it after Christmas and could not stop listening which lead me to finish it in about 3 weeks!  This phenomenal book is, of course, Patrick Rothfuss’ The Wise Man’s Fear.

wise_mans_fearThe Wise Man’s Fear is Day Two of The Kingkiller Chronicles, the first in the series being The Name of the Wind which I finished back in November. I’ll try to limit the spoilers in the following review.

cover_277The series follows the the story of Kvothe (pronounced quothe with one syllable).  As an adult, he is hiding as Kote, a simple innkeeper, but his life is legendary.  Chronicler, a scribe, uncovers who he is and requests to hear the entire true story.  Kvothe obliges, promising to tell his story over the course of three days. Each book is therefore set as ONE day of the story, and occasionally shuffles back and forth between the past (narrated by Kvothe) and the present period in the “quiet” inn.

The Name of the Wind follows Kvothe’s boyhood as one of the Edema Rue (troupers that perform plays and music) into his turbulent youth after the slaughter of his family and his eventual admittance into The University a couple of years later, where he studies arcane magics, science, letters, etc.  His talent and quick wit are as great at getting him into trouble as they are at getting him out of it.  The story is one of an impatient and clever boy making his way in a world where he normally would have little access.

While book one is very much a coming of age story, The Wise Man’s Fear steps into the realm of adult problems (even if he still is only a teenager throughout).  Kvothe continues studying at The University, only to have problems cause him to leave.  He adventures into Vintas, another nation, to work for Maer Alveron, the man who is richer than the King of Vint.  What follows are several adventures: chasing bandits, entering the Faen Realm, learning the secret art of the Adem mercenaries, and his eventual return to The University.

My vague and stilted summary aside, this series not only contains magic, it is magic.  Rothfuss creates a world that is comprehensive, alive, and teaming with possibility.  Kvothe is believable both in his likeability as well as in his obvious faults.  The author does not shy away from making his hero real and imperfect.  After all, he is still just a boy, a young man, and we know from the start that there must be a truth behind the legends.

I’ll admit that in Book One, I struggled with the lack of a strong female character. For as long as I can remember, I’ve focused in on the female-centric stories (I blame my mother…and Jane Yolen).  So, I started to assume Rothfuss was the stereotypical fantasy author focusing on a male hero.  Book Two proved to me why I should not be so gender specific in my literary choice.  Though Kvothe is the central character, Rothfuss supports him with a wide cast, and many of his teachers, leaders, mentors, and friends are women.  For me, I enjoy seeing such believable characters, treated primarily as people, not just as gender specific stereotypes.  We don’t need an “Amazonian Princess” to have strong women and we don’t need a “Hercules” to have strong men (yes, I’m simplifying things here, but you get the point).  Rothfuss’ world is the way I wish most people created characters (especially on TV and in Film): As primarily, verily, HUMAN.

Besides this incredible character creation and vibrant world, Rothfuss spoke to my heart with one other aspect: music.  Kvothe’s deepest love is song. He plays the lute like it is his very soul, and the tender detail in which Rothfuss describes the feel of the music, the joy and pain in playing, shows that the author is a musician himself, or has immersed himself in music enough to understand.

I’m a sucker for language, and it is this experiential phrasing that has me hooked on Rothfuss. Now, like the rest of his fans, I have to wait for Day Three and whatever remains beyond.

Bookshelf Scavenger Hunt

I couldn’t help myself, the Bookshelf Scavenger Hunt I saw over on bluchickenninja looked like too much fun, so here it goes!

Find an author’s name or title with the letter Z:

WorldWarZ

Of course it had to be World War Z by Max Brooks. Wonderful commentary on humanity through the use of zombies and a smart example of oral history (even if it is fictional).

Find a classic:

JaneEyre

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte.  Yes, the book sculpture is a copy of Jane Eyre!  Next to it is my old beat up edition.  I have 2 other versions of this book. It will always be an important one for me.

Find a Book with a Key on it:

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This one felt like cheating since I have 1-3 of Joe Hill & Gabriel Rodriguez’s Locke & Key.  I’m currently rereading book one, so I may finally tackle the other two.  Aren’t you proud Annie?

Find something on your bookshelf that is not a book:

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I have several things that aren’t books, but I will always love this picture of me and my mom, the music box from my Babushka, and a simple tea cup from Cortney’s bridal shower.

Find the oldest book on your shelf:

Fruit GatheringSo I went with the physically oldest book I own. This edition of Fruit Gathering by Rabindranath Tagore is from 1916.  It was a gift for my graduation from Graduate School from one of my professors, Dr. Delmonico, who continues to be one of my closest and greatest mentors.

Find a book with a girl on the cover:

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I fell in love with The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle by Avi back in 5th grade. It remains one of my favorite stories, and yes, I also have multiple copies of this one (since the cover is falling off of the original).

Find a book with a boy on the cover:

OysterBoy

The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy & Other Stories by Tim Burton. Dark, short, and sweet!

Find a book with an animal in it:

Ishmael

Ishmael by Daniel Quinn should be required reading. It is narrated by a gorilla, and it is DEEP.

Find a book with a male protagonist:

AmericanGods

American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Not my favorite Gaiman text, but still great!

Find a book with only words on the cover:

Ariel

Ariel a book of poems by Sylvia Plath.  I didn’t think I’d find a book with only words on the cover, but I actually found THREE!

Find a book with illustrations in it:

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Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland, a 1946 edition with original illustrations. I LOVE the creepiness of the long-necked Alice!

Find a book with Gold Lettering:

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My THIRD copy of Huckleberry Finn.

Find a diary (true or fictional):

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The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.  I may have a slight obsession with Plath.

A Book written by someone with a common name (like Smith):

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James is fairly common!  Plus, I get the joy of sharing this beautiful title: Assholes: A Theory.

Find a book that has a close up of an object on it:

Graceling

Graceling by Kristine Cashore is a great first book in a beautiful trilogy. I HIGHLY recommend it, especially if you want strong female characters and an uncommon take on the normal terms of YA romance.

Find a book on the shelf that takes place in the earliest time period:

Gilgamesh

I scoured my shelves, with several set in Roman times, unspecified religious historical periods etc. However, Gilgamesh pretty much trumps all.

Find a hardcover book without a jacket:

SenseAndSensibility

Can’t go wrong with Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen!

Find a teal/turquoise coloured book:

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Do these count? This was difficult! Lots of blues, but few I’d count as teal/turquoise.

Find a book with stars on it:

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Might be difficult to tell, but there is a galaxy scattered across the cover of Jane Yolen’s Sister Emily’s Lightship. A wonderful collection from one of my favorite authors!

Find a non-YA book:

Possession

Another one of my favorites, and definitely not YA.  Possession: A Romance by A.S. Byatt is a beautiful literary homage.

Find the longest book you own:

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I went with two options here. First is The Norton Anthology of Western Literature topping out at 2660 pages.  But, I thought it only fair to find my longest continual story (not an anthology or text book), so I’ve included Stephen King’s The Stand which has 1141 pages!

Find the shortest book you own:

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The Gashlycrumb Tinies by Edward Gorey. I’m not sure if it truly is the shortest, but it is certainly one of them.

Find a book with multiple POVs:

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Another tough one to decipher. Does it need to be in multiple voices? Can it be just focused on multiple characters?  I went with one that has a shared narrator but focuses independently on two separate characters. It also has some of the most beautiful language.  The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery.

Find a shiny book:

CompleteDeath

Really, I could have picked several, but I went with Neil Gaiman’s The Absolute Death, a collection of all the Death stories from Sandman.

Find a book with flowers on it:

BriarRose

Easy.  Briar Rose by Jane Yolen.

I find myself wanting to add more to the hunt. Perhaps I’ll create another one sometime, just because I can!

How to Prevent the Kitteh Revolution Through the Power of Books!

We all know the Kitteh Revolution is inevitable.  However, there are many steps we can take, as pet owners and book lovers, to deter the uprising for as long as possible.  Use these simple steps to help make your home a revolution free home!

When arranging one’s library, provide your kitties with access to their own books.  Low shelves stacked with several “cat-appropriate” materials are best.  Mysteries and classics are safe choices.  Korben has a preference for Twain.

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“Yes, Huckleberry Finn is a good choice.”

Avoid books with dogs/wolves or really any “non-cat” animals and romances.   Tales about revolution are best kept on the high shelves (wouldn’t want them to get any ideas).

Low, deep shelves are also important to provide comfortable reading napping spaces.  If you find books on the floor by the low shelves, leave them.  Replacing the “secret entrance” to said reading space will only outrage your cat, creating library chaos and leading us closer to the revolution.

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“That part on the river just got really…really…slow…” *yawn*

If you have a blanket, or three, leave them scattered in the library.  Even if you don’t own any, go buy some!  We want to keep kitties happy to prevent destroyed books as well as our future well being. Fuzzy blankets are a great tool at keeping your fluffy companion docile.  An open book on or near the blanket is a even better option for a feline pillow.

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“Ah, a comfy choice. Yes human, you shall be spared when the uprising begins”

If your kitteh decides to use any book you may have open, and I do mean ANY, recognize the action for what it is:

A formal threat, gauging your reaction in order to decide your eventual fate.

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“What are you going read now, Human?”

Your choices are:

  1. Leave book and cat for as long as he/she desires. No use in trying to read around a fat furry blob.
    1. The neutral option.
  2. Submit to cat’s requests for attention via petting, belly rubs (only the allotted magical 3 rubs), or clawing time.
    1. This will earn you positive feedback and help insure your survival.
  3. Pull the book away or shove the cat off your precious reading material.
    1. Hint: DON’T CHOOSE THIS OPTION IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!

If you want to go out of your way to provide a happy, revolution free space for your cats while utilizing your books to their ultimate ability, you can create the Literati-Kitty’s dream playground through various piles, towers, nap spots, etc.

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“King.Of.Everything.”

Remember, a happy cat who thinks he’s in charge is one less who will join up when the rebels come calling!  So my friends, use the power of literature to keep your kittens content! Only we together have the power to prevent the Kitteh Revolution!!

Book # 2 -The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle

Seems like once the pattern of reading is finally set, it takes a strong force to make it end. I’m in one of those book devouring phases (partly due to winter), and I have a feeling not much else will be accomplished in the next few weeks!  However, I have still managed to tackle creating my first batch of French Onion soup, registering for the ALA Midwinter conference, and hiking 4 miles with my best friend (as well as doing some sort of work every day at that thing called a job). Meanwhile, I moved on from Amanda Palmer to lighter fair, the 1968 fantasy novel, The Last Unicorn, by Peter S. Beagle.

Look at this magnificent 1980 paperback cover! Isn’t it glorious?! Don’t you just revel in it’s dated-ness?

Back cover with one of the strangest images of a harpy I've ever seen.

Back cover with one of the strangest images of a harpy I’ve ever seen.

If you’re a child of the 80s or 90s, you’re familiar with the 1982 animated classic featuring the voices of Alan Arkin, Jeff Bridges, and Mia Farrow. I’ve loved this film for a long time, but I am ashamed to say I never read Beagle’s beautiful text…until now. I’ve owned the book for a few years, picked up at the local library’s annual book sale.  Back in middle school, my mom gifted me with another of Beagle’s texts, The Unicorn Sonata.

The Unicorn Sonata with art by Robert Rodriguez.

The Unicorn Sonata with art by Robert Rodriguez.

A gorgeous book, it had everything middle-school-me desired: unicorns, detailed paintings, music, and flutes (I loved playing my flute and piccolo at that time, and my mom knew me well).  Still, it has been a long time since I’ve experience Beagle’s world, and I was not prepared for the elegant simplicity of his language in The Last Unicorn.  I am a true sucker for lovely, tongue-tripping language.

Beagle’s story is a simple one.  The Unicorn hears men talking in her forest and knows she may now be the last of her kind. She decides to travel the world to find the truth and hopefully discover the rest of the unicorns somewhere at the edges of the earth.  What follows is her journey through a strange and changed world, one that does not recognize her for what she is, except by those who are part of the magic, part of the seeing.  She befriends Schmendrick the Magician and Molly Grue, battles King Haggard and the Red Bull, and learns about humanity, love, and all the dangers and joys of mortality.

The simple tale allows the morality of the various encounters to shine.  It also allows Beagle to have fun through random character quirks, witty asides, and references to literary and popular culture.  He includes an obvious jibe at the tale of Robin Hood while smartly referencing Frances James Child and his ballad collecting.  At another turn, a butterfly flits between old and “modern” music.  Meanwhile Shmendrick himself seems to be a humble, if somewhat clutzy, version of Tolkein’s Gandalf (though really he is so much more–human at his core with an ancient wisdom beneath his often fumbling power).  All of this makes Beagle’s text dance across the page and through the reader’s imagination. I laughed and smiled, and I mourned the turning of the page more than once.  Beagle seems to delight in his exceedingly charming cleverness, and really we should excuse him for what he rightfully deserves.

Lastly, it is difficult to describe the language without giving away too much of the tale.  It is not the descriptive dreamy language of some, or the poignant metaphorical tome of others.  Instead The Last Unicorn contains a childlike flowing nature, simple at its core.  Yet rarely will a description of “the dry sound of a spider weeping” make me sigh with sadness. And, how will I ever forget the pain and sorrow of Prince Lir and the Lady Amalthea?  The magic exists in Beagle’s ability to make these pieces stand out, imprinted on the memory and heart of the reader. It was hard to return to the real world, carrying these images and words with me, but I am better for it.

Book #1- “The Art of Asking,” by Amanda Palmer

Two weeks into the year, and I’ve taken my sweet time about really updating the blog.  Believe it or not, I have indeed been reading.  I’ve even finished *one* book.  Though, to be fair, my second would be complete if I hadn’t been a dolt and purchased the audio book.  Don’t get me wrong, it is a wonderful audio book.  I’m just getting impatient to make it through all 42 hours (only 22 left!).

Let’s move past the excuses though.  That’s not why I am here.  I finally had the pleasure to complete Amanda Palmer’s The Art of Asking, and I want nothing more than to share the love!  The Art of Asking is part memoir, part self help book, and part private journal Amanda has left open for the world to read.  This follow up to her TED talk (see my previous post for a link to the video) is charming, inspiring, and heartfelt. It tackles the very core of our fears to really, truly, ask for help, to bare ourselves to those around us, be vulnerable and real, learn to receive, give, and just BE what we are.

Yes, a signed copy. I'm a sucker for signed books from my favorite authors/people!

Yes, a signed copy. I’m a sucker for signed books from my favorite authors/people!

If you’ve known me for awhile, you’re aware I’m not very good at showing my true emotions (i.emy total lack of reaction to my husband’s wedding proposal) and I’m not very good at asking for help (i.e. my entire PhD experience).  I blame part of this on my “only-child-independent-nature” and my fantastic parents (in all seriousness, they are amazing people) who taught me how to be independent and self-reliant.  They did indeed teach me how to give as well as ask for help, but I think some things came so easy to me at a young age I assumed it was shameful to ask for assistance when needed.  Not to mention, as a society we’re not the greatest at promoting the whole “we’re all in this together so ask for help” attitude.  Asking comes with some assumptions and stereotypes.

All through high school and college, I worked my butt off.  Yes, I did ask for help on occasions, and gladly received it when given.  Even with all the give and take, I don’t think it ever really sunk in to step outside myself, my experiences, and truly stop for a moment and see myself and my struggles as part of the bigger world, or even as part of the small world consisting of my family and friends.  I think I knew this in some ways.  I’m not a blind hermit, but I didn’t grasp that the anger, the pain, the fear (of failure, success, of everything) was also part of the whole, and I could have dealt with it better if I had only asked…

You see, I’ve started to learn these things on my own only in the last year or so through MANY heart-wrenching conversations with my amazing and supportive husband and many moments of inner-dialogue.  Amanda vocalizes the thoughts I wish I had known only a few years ago, and in doing so, provides us stubbornly and fiercely independent people with valuable lessons on why we should ask and what it really means when we choose to do so.

In The Art of Asking, Amanda is talking specifically from the experiences of an artist who asks of her fans and the general community to support her art, and in doing so, they get to be part of it and experience the music, the love, the beauty.  But, as she learned in the process, asking is so much more.  When we bare ourselves through asking, we let people see a bit more of our secret-selves.  We crack the locked door around our heart and expose it to potential pain.  It will get hurt.  If not at first, eventually some splinter will work it’s way in, but if we remain open and ask for help in removing that splinter, the wound will heal and our heart will grow tenfold. Corny as it may sound, the truth of the matter is rather simple.

There are too many passages I could examine here, quote, or explain how I cried, laughed, smiled, and just simply said “YES! That! THAT!” as I made my way through Palmer’s gift of a memoir.  Instead I want you to experience it (seriously, go find a copy, borrow one–I’ll share!).  The little random snippets of her life, gently and sometimes haphazardly stitched together as a quilt–of moments, treasures, life lessons–create a whole picture that genuinely is affecting on the heart, and the mind.  It promotes critical thinking and introspection, and in simple words, speaks to the damn human soul whatever it may be.  Don’t let the jumping around throw you for a loop either.  I promise it will make sense.  After all, doesn’t our mind usually jump around, connecting the dots from random, seemingly unconnected moments throughout our lives?

One last thing I need to mention in this awkward rambling of my first semi-book review, is something Amanda brings up near the end of her book (page 276): a quote from one of my all time favorite tales, Margery Williams’ The Velveteen Rabbit.  The Rabbit is talking to the Skin Horse about what it means to turn Real:

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse.  “You become.  It takes a long time.  That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.  Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.  But those things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.” 

This book isn’t magic, but it is part of understanding what it means to become.

That is magic.  

Go out.

Take the Donuts.

Become.

P.S. As a fun side project to The Art of Asking, Palmer has compiled a website with a timeline, interesting tidbits, pictures, videos, etc. to go along with the book.  I highly recommend it! http://amandapalmer.net/theartofasking/

In the beginning there were two unfinished tomes.

Perhaps it’s unfair to start with the books I’ve half-finished from 2014. Somehow, I think we’ll all live.  One is a 42 hour-long audio book anyway, and I feel as if I will earn the wonderful experience of that book when I complete it (sometime in the next month perhaps).  The first, however, is one I’ve enjoyed taking tastes of here and there since it came out on November 11th and I received my signed copy in the mail.  This would be, Amanda Palmer’s The Art of Asking: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let People Help.

Some of you are probably familiar with Amanda, be it from her Dresden Dolls days, her independent Rock career, Kickstarter campaign, or her current marriage to famous author (and one of my favorites) Neil Gaiman.  I became a fan when I first listened to “Coin Operated Boy” in college (Thanks Cortney), but it took one mention through Gaiman’s blog to bring her back to my attention (this was before they were dating and it also caused me to become a huge fan of Kyle Cassidy-writer/photographer/awesome nerd-as well).  I’ve been enamored ever since.

Really, what you need to know as an introduction is the reason she wrote the book: Kickstarter and her TED talk soon after.

The book, so far, is a wonderful continuation of these thoughts.  It looks inward, outward, and puzzles its way toward some rocky and soul opening conclusions.  I’m only half way through though, so I shall save further discussion until I finish.  For now, I encourage you to get acquainted with Ms. Palmer and her music.

The other book I carry over from last year is Patrick Rothfuss’ The Wise Man’s Fear.  This is the second book in his series, and since I know all the fans are rabidly awaiting the next book, I find myself trying to contain my desire to rush through Kovthe’s epic journey.  Somehow, I know my will power will fail like it did in Book One and I will find myself devouring hours upon hours of this wonderful audio each day.

I can’t wait to discuss both of these more though, so I’ll hurry along.  Join me if you will!