>Summertime, summertime, the book affairs of summertime

>There is pressure in being first, and there is pressure in being last. When I saw the schedule for book reviews and realized mine was last on the list, I wondered two things: Will anyone read it after all the others have already come out? and What if mine doesn’t measure up?

Now that I’ve finished A Summer Affair by Elin Hilderbrand, I’m not as concerned about the second question. It’s a good book, easy to review. And the first? Well, I really can’t control the number of readers, can I?


A friend and co-worker used to say, “Guilt is a wasted emotion.” Claire Danner Crispin is a woman who feels guilt deeply, even when she isn’t at fault. Claire is an artist, a mother, a wife, and an all-around good friend. She isn’t an A-list local celeb in her home of Nantucket, so when the head of an important charity asks her to co-chair a major event, she swallows her surprise and says yes. The inevitable guilt presents itself immediately, though, in the form of explaining to her husband that she is taking on this near full-time responsibility and going back to her artwork as well. She understands that her connections to a major rock star (her high school sweetheart) and her career as a blown-glass sculptor are the main reasons she’s been asked to chair the event, but she still takes it on. If she’d known – but how can anyone ever know in advance? – how her involvement with the charity and its leader would complicate her life… but no spoilers, really.

Guilt. Claire feels guilt for actions she’s taken and for actions she hasn’t. She feels a heavy burden for a friend’s car accident: after all, it was Claire who invited her out drinking, bought her the final drink, and did not insist on a cab. Even though the accident and subsequent injuries were not Claire’s fault, she feels responsible and guilty. Claire’s youngest child was born prematurely, and she feels guilt because she may have caused the pre-term labor in an accident in the “hot shop” where she creates her glass pieces. As the charity gala event planning goes on and she spends more time away from her husband and children, Claire feels guilt for spreading herself too thin and neglecting her family. She feels guilt that the PR for the event features her to the expense of others involved. She feels guilty when her best friend doesn’t get the catering contract. And that’s not even touching on the guilt she feels for the title affair…

Elin Hilderbrand uses several techniques to keep her readers thinking and wondering. Chapter titles are simple: “He haunts her,” “She surprises herself,” “He leaves her.” However, the chapters don’t always follow the obvious meaning, so don’t assume anything. Most of the book is from Claire’s point of view, but later on changes to a more omniscient third person narrative. This is awkward at first, but as the story unfolds and the other characters’ emotional investments become clearer, this change in perspective works. Claire remains the central character, even as we see and hear others react to her. A Summer Affair is her story.

I recommend A Summer Affair as a good read, and not just for summer. The plot is complex enough to keep the reader’s interest, but not so intricate that it loses itself in the details. I’ll leave it up to you, the readers, to decide whether the ending is realistic or simplistic in its resolution.

I received an advance copy of the book from MotherTalk in order to write the review. I mentioned above that mine is at the end of a long line of reviews: you can read the others at Mothertalk. Other reviewers often have different opinions!

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>What if?

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What if you were accused of neglecting or harming your child?

What if the Disease of the Week suddenly jumped off the lifestyle pages and entered your life?

What if your family were subjected to a trauma that left your marriage rocky and your spouse’s love severely tested?

What if secrets in your family history suddenly forced you to make decisions you’d never even considered?

What if your distant past became public in a very negative, defamatory, even racist manner?

In More than it Hurts You, Darin Strauss takes these questions and weaves a plot that traps its characters in tangled nets that will twist and shape their lives forever.

Josh and Dori Goldin rush their baby, Zach, to the ER after Dori sees blood in his vomit. Dori, a phlebotomist who speaks Hospital Language like a native, notices an omission in the testing. Bringing this to the attention of the doctors in pediatrics has an unwanted result; the doctors over test in an apparent effort to overcome their earlier mistake. When Dori and Jack object to the invasive procedures on their eight-month-old, an all-out battle begins that escalates into a war that none of the participants could have imagined. It’s not a spoiler to let you know that a court case, Child Protective Services, and Munchhausen’s by Proxy are just a few of the many twisted and knotted threads of this tapestry. Surprises await the reader at around each corner of the hospital corridors, at each turn of the page.

The story is outrageous, yet believable. I’ve had contact with CPS in my work as an elementary teacher. The social workers in this field are caring yet overworked professionals. They do their best with the tools they’re given. But an accusation, true or false, proven or unproven, can shatter a family’s emotional balance for years, if not for life.

Strauss tells the story through the character’s emotions more than through their actions. Their inner traits, the manner in which they approach emergencies, their skills (or lack thereof) with personal interactions, all contribute to bringing the reader deeply into the sticky web of a complex story. With this character focus, however, comes the potential for confusion. A few character names are too similar, making it essential to interrupt the flow to stop and think, “Who is this?” before continuing on. Darlene vs. Dori in particular lead to confusion where clarity would be more valuable. But don’t let this small glitch stop you from reading More than it Hurts You by Darin Strauss. Strauss knows his characters well, and by the time you finish the book, you’ll know them, too.

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Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book free of charge in order to read it and write this review. After my family of readers finishes it, I will share my copy.

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>Summertime, and the reading is easy

>Summer Reading Lists are here! I actually don’t make a list for my students. Instead, I encourage them (strongly encourage them) to sign up for the local public library’s reading program. I’m making my own list and checking it twice, though. Summer is a time when I can read for pleasure more than a little.
I’ve found it’s a little dangerous to go to a store while I’m craving new reading material. It’s much too easy to buy lots of books. That’s not a bad thing (who can have too many books? not me), but it can play havoc with the credit card and the family budget.
I have a graduate class, independent and by correspondence, to complete within one year’s time. No problem; I plan to finish most or all of it this summer. I also have software that teaches lipreading. This is a skill that may keep me teaching longer, even as my hearing loss progressively worsens. Both of these projects will take time.
But every summer I make a point of taking time to read for fun. Whether frivolous or serious, heavy or light, realistic or fantasy, I need to read. Amigo and I will make multiple trips to the library, I’ll trade in stacks of books at the secondhand store, and yes, I’ll make a few (too many, probably) trips to the chain bookstore and our local independent.
And lo! Behold! I made an order at Amazon two days ago. I had a gift card, so I used it. On their way here are Isabella Moon and Surreal South by Laura Benedict, Remember Me by Sophie Kinsella, and Sleeping with Ward Cleaver by Jenny Gardiner. My June supply awaits. Now I just need to stock up on coffees….

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>You just can’t leave me home alone.

>I bake bread when I’m home watching a sick teenager. Doesn’t everyone? Well, maybe not. I cheat, sort of, and use the breadmaker. My breadmaker has a timer, but I rarely use it. I’d rather be home to smell the odors, I mean the aroma of the rising and baking bread. Today I made Margalit’s Oatmeal Honey Wheat bread recipe. It’s delicious!
When I’m at home and I’m healthy, I pack my schoolbag with paperwork. I get some of that done without the pressure of watching the clock for the next bell.
Sometimes I spend money online. This worries Husband a little. Today I registered for a 3-credit graduate class. It’s a bargain, and I hope it’s not a “cheap” class in its quality. I’ve talked to other teachers who have taken classes from this source, and they all felt it had been worth their time. I certainly hope mine is.
I have a wishlist of books sitting by me, and an Amazon gift code waiting to be used. Hmmm. It’s really easy to overspend on books. That’s what’s stopping me. Before I buy any more, I’d like to talk to my coworkers about establishing a book exchange. We had one at my previous school, and I contributed and borrowed frequently. In fact, I think I bought more new books than I had in the past (rather than second hand) because I knew I’d be able to borrow several others, therefore saving money in the end. If enough teachers want it and the principal approves, it’ll be a great sharing opportunity for our staff.
I also read a lot more blogs than usual. In the evening, my normal “surfing” time, I’m often tired and sometimes moody from the day’s struggles. By day, with a little more coffee, er, energy, I can surf the political blogs and make reasonably intelligent comments.
Housework. Yes, I get a little more housework done while I’m caffeinated and have a bit of discretionary time. Bunny cage gets cleaned, wastebaskets emptied, and more.
No, you just can’t leave me home alone. I clean, I bake, I read, and if this keeps up, I might spend money — on books.

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>simple pleasures when away from home

>A student once gave me a card on the last day of school that said, “There are three great things about being a teacher: June, July, and August.” And this was a good kid, a young man who has kept in touch and is now in law school! In a school like mine, however, we deal with a lot of emotionally charged issues because of the wide variety of families and the transient nature of the neighborhood. Yesterday was a staff development day that involved planning for next year, and I came out of it exhausted rather than refreshed. I will feel better when I see my class today, but I’ll still be happy when I send home their report cards and move them along to the next grade level.

When we take our family vacation (an actual vacation! With a road trip! The first in four years!), I’m looking forward to some simple pleasures. Being finished with schoolwork will feel great, especially after the rush to finish the year-end paperwork. Not having to wash dishes or sheets will be nice, of course, but there are other little tidbits that make me happy.

Reading a newspaper in every city we visit
Attempting the crossword puzzles in each newspaper
Reading a few books for pleasure without having to “make time” for them
Taking pictures in various states along the way to use in my social studies lessons
Picking up a few new coffee mugs for my collection
Listening to Husband and Amigo bond in the front seat while I read or nap in the back
Exchanging emails with new friends, running into others

Posting the travails of our travels — eventually. I might not have pictures until we get home.

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>Ah, youth, where hast thou gone?

>I’m not a “Cat Lady.” I don’t have a shopping cart full of cat food, ice cream, and frozen pizza — for one.
But that’s only because I’m allergic to cats and my husband does the grocery shopping.
So I had to laugh out loud when I read Melanie’s post describing her exciting Friday evening shopping trip.
I don’t go out in public in sweats, but that’s only because mine are too ratty to wear outside the bedroom. My track suits count, though, in the uber-casual category, and I do go out in public wearing those.
Sometimes splurging on myself doesn’t mean a single-serving pizza, but an omelet with all the fixings. Cooking it myself is a fun solitary activity, with the exception of the clean-up. But going out to the diner alone for an omelet doesn’t really cut it; I’d rather curl up with a good book in one hand and a coffee mug in the other.
This weekend I’ll be a little too busy for curling up in a corner by myself, and I have to dress professionally on Saturday. But since I’ll be visiting La Petite on Friday night and Saturday, I might end up treating both of us to a simple but fun pizza or simples restaurant meal. I’ll have to promise not to wear sweats, though. She might refuse to be seen with me if I do.

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>Books. Gotta love ’em.

>It was a typical class transition, which in my class means a struggle to get everyone to shift gears mentally and physically. Then, guide all 25 of them into the hallway (quietly!) and across the hall for Science, and welcome the other group of 9- and 10-year-olds into my classroom for Social Studies. We made it through these maneuvers, I allowed one girl and one boy to use the rest rooms, and then turned out the lights and turned on the overhead projector to introduce the details of the upcoming research project.
Suddenly a confused-looking face peeked up from the Book Nook corner behind the computers. One of mine, looking confused, stood up and shook his head a little. He had been so involved in the book he was reading, so totally lost in its world, that he never noticed the rest of the class putting away their math books, getting out their science folders, and leaving the room. He smiled sheepishly, gathered his materials and left the room.
No, I didn’t give him grief. I couldn’t. You see, I recognized a little of the fourth grade me in this kid. My mother remembers the time I walked home from school reading a book and I walked right past our house. Books? They’re great. Who needs TV?

In case you’re wondering, the book was a Junior Classic, an abridged version of Robinson Crusoe that I picked up for $1 at a thrift store.
It was a dollar well spent.

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>Comfort in metaphor

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Jennifer Graf Groneberg faces a familiar journey in Road Map to Holland: How I found my way through my son’s first two years with Down Syndrome. I, too, had to suddenly change my perception, modify my hopes and dreams, and dig for information when my infant son’s blindness was diagnosed. Ms. Groneberg and I faced parallels in some of our thinking processes, and one of those was a constant re-interpretation of life metaphors.
The Holland metaphor in her title comes from an essay by Emily Perl Kingsley describing the paradigm shift when a baby is diagnosed with a disability or other life-altering condition. The well-known essay likens the thought process to planning for a vacation to Italy, only to find yourself in Holland instead. The destination is still beautiful, but it’s totally different from the original plan.
I’ve never been a big fan of the Holland essay and metaphor, although I knew at least one mom who posted it on her refrigerator as inspiration. Rather, I likened the challenge to expecting a car with automatic everything and then getting a manual transmission instead. The driver has to learn to shift gears quickly and smoothly, both literally and figuratively.
Groneberg hears and adapts other metaphors to her own experience. “Kids are like sandpaper” didn’t quite make sense at first. Did it mean raising kids is rough? Wears you down? Eventually she takes a more positive angle on this one, seeing her child as the sander who smooths out her own rough edges as he grows.
Groneberg’s journey with Avery paralleled my journey with Amigo in several ways. I kept nodding as I read, thinking, “Oh, I remember going through that.” But I also remembered that the first few years were the easy ones. Babies are babies, even when they’re disabled. Her twins’ story might be more interesting as they grow up, are forced to face their differences, and the biases toward Avery and his Down syndrome become more overt. Going through the IEP process, making transition plans, looking into job training, and more await the family in the years ahead.

My hope for the Groneberg family is that they will love and cherish all three of their children for themselves, their strengths, and their unique individual traits. Despite the difficulty of the first few years, I hope they can see their glass, however fragile, as half full rather than half empty.

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>On my reading list

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Spring break means sleeping in a little, catching up on schoolwork (my schoolbag is heavy, quite heavy!), and reading. Lots of reading!
Work-related & Classroom Books
  • The One left Behind by Willo Davis Roberts
  • Things Hoped For by Andrew Clements
  • The Scary States of America (I can already predict which students will pick this one up)

(The above titles are books purchased with book club bonus points, destined for my classroom book nook. I like to at least skim each one before I put it out for students, even when it’s by a known and respected author. I can place the books properly by reading level and recommend to eager readers who might enjoy them.)

  • Book 4 of the Lucy Calkins Writers’ Workshop series: Writing Fiction: Big Dreams, Tall Ambitions. This book outlines and guides the next unit I’m teaching to my fourth graders. Implementing Lucy’s program has meant a big time investment for me, but so far it’s been worthwhile. I’ll skim this volume, then go back and read it in detail, breaking down the lessons into manageable pieces and sketching out my own plans. Lucy Calkins is amazing. If I ever get to meet her, I’m sure I’ll be speechless, like a teenaged fan meeting an idol.

Pleasure Reading

  • Local newspaper. Every day, every article, savoring having the time to read it all. The crossword puzzle, too, if Husband doesn’t get there first. It’s okay, we usually share.
  • Other newspapers. I like to pick up newspapers for fun when I have time to read them. Reading news online, while fascinating, doesn’t have the same feeling as holding and folding a real paper.
  • Road Map to Holland by Jennifer Graf Groneberg. This is not strictly pleasure, as I volunteered to read and review it for Mothertalk. However, I only offer to read and review books that interest me. It’s still pleasure reading.
  • Welcome to the World, Baby Girl by Fannie Flagg, a classic found at the Goodwill store. I enjoyed Fried Green Tomatoes and Standing in the Rainbow, so this one is a logical pick.

The next decision: which coffee should I brew to accompany the reading material? Ah, such a dilemma.

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>A trip to the French place

>Amigo needed underwear. How’s that for a boring excuse for a trip out of the house? Well, he’s a growing teen. So I headed out to the nearest Tar-jay and picked up his necessary items.
Typical of my shopping trips, though, I made a side trip through the bargain aisle for some Easter basket goodies, stopped and thought about a tote bag to replace my broken purse, looked at the latest in Brett Favre commemorative t-shirts, gazed at the rack of spring-fever Milwaukee Brewers shirts, and then went to the checkout. On the way there, I decided to spring for the tote bag. I’ll use it for our trip this summer, if not all summer. Then a bag of peanut M&Ms in spring pastel colors jumped into my cart, and I headed to the checkout for real. I had exact change (yippee! get rid of pennies!), and then I loaded my bags in the van and left.
Next stop: the thrift store down the road. I bought jeans for Amigo and then (does this sound familiar?) got distracted on the way to the checkout by a garden display. I bought seeds in a brand I’ve never used before. Most look usable, but I didn’t bother to put on my glasses, so any fine print escaped me. I hope they grow! Next, I noticed the book aisle right next to the checkout. I bought (gulp) three. Then I felt guilty for buying used books because the authors don’t get paid for resales, so I checked out. Finally.
So instead of coming home with just one bag of underwear, I carried in two bags from Tar-jay and one heavy bag from Goodwill. And I didn’t bring my own bags, either, darn it. I’ve got to do better on that count.

Next job: fill minivan with gas before prices go up again. What else will I find there? Coffee, perhaps? Mmm. That sounds like an errand for me.

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