Mac-Adventures (with books!)
Reading an eclectic mix of books,
some years old, rarely prizewinners,
sometimes on bestseller lists
but more than likely not:
but the ones I like I'll tell you about..........
if you read them,let me know!
You may also find Gardening here,
Home and Furniture makeovers;
sometimes Food, Travel tales.....
but mostly, Books.
Mrs Caldicot has been married for over 30 years to a dour, ignorant
man who "worked in sewage". She has learned to think but not speak, as
she has nothing worth saying, apparently. When he dies, she is not
bereft, but finds herself not knowing quite what to do with herself.
She has a large, three bedroomed house and a garden, but no hobbies, no
friends, and no interests. That doesn't last long, for her son is
determined to sort things out and arranges for her home to be sold, and for her to reside in a
retirement home, which smells of cabbage, and where residents are
drugged up to the eyeballs. She is quick to stop swallowing her drugs,
and persuades (or rather teaches) her two roommates to do the same. She
refuses to eat cabbage, and insists that her cat comes to live with
her. That's just the start of this heartwarming tale, where we learn
that even the old should have a voice. (In telling the tale, Vernon
Cole has observed how badly the elderly can be treated when foisted off
to care homes unnecessarily. Somehow, the care home business in general
still has some dreadful stories to tell 40+ years after this book was
written, as we see in the news). But if that sounds bleak, it isn't at
all, Mrs Caldicot is suddenly able to rise above all that and Do Something About It!
That was my view, but I found this review from 2006 on Amazon after I'd read it, and thought you'd enjoy reading it..... " 5.0 out of 5 starsA great read - revolution for older folk, 16 May 2006
Mrs Caldicot has a bummer of a husband. He dies.
Her relatives want to dump her in a nursing home so they can sell her
house. And then it starts. Good old Mrs C suddenly gets a bit lively.
She stands up for herself and won't put up with the boss of the nursing
home. She starts a revolution. Its sad and funny all at the same time.
And underneath it all there is the message. I loved it."
I really must apologise for not reading this sooner. To both Rachel Joyce, the author, and to you, my readers. Because if you have not found this one yet, add it to your list and find it now! First, it's so well-written, that to a pedant like me, my eyes just rolled along the lines with joy, not finding "wrong grammar" and that kind of stuff. Second, a brilliant idea for a story. Third, some shocks as the book moves along. Enough of me, let's get on.
The Perfect of the title can mean many things. It may be the way that Byron's mother tries to behave, because that is how her
husband Seymour wants things. Who would want a Stepford Wife? A difficult thing to live up to, and
following the news that two seconds were to be added to time in 1972
because time itself was out of joint with Earth's movement, Byron begins
to panic that things cannot therefore be perfect. It is that panic
that causes an accident. Not fatal, not even nasty, but the events
which follow make Byron and his friend James conspire to make things
perfect again. We have two stories beautifully woven together within the covers. One set over a few short months in the Summer of 1972, where following that little accident, things seem first to be out of kilter at Bryron's home, and second when Bryon and his best friend James try to make things right again, when perhaps leave well alone would have been a better bet. The other story is now. Jim, who has been in and out of mental hospitals since his teens, is finally discharged for ever when his current hospital closes down. He has little rituals he has to perform, and he knows he is different. He has no friends, he lives in a broken down motor home, and works as a table clearer in the cafe of a large store. How Jim and the two boys are linked will become clear towards the end of the book, but before you get there you will gasp as I did when adults behave badly, whether to Byron and James, or to Jim, and you will have some tears to shed as the truth unfolds.
Rachel Joyce is clearly a people observer. She, like most of us, has met adults who show their dislike of people who are different; kids who don't always understand what they see or hear, and also, adults who have no idea of the effect of what their words thoughts and deeds might be upon children. But her keen observation has produced a story that I am unlikely ever to forget.
It is a thriller, a love story, a reflection on how when
kids get things wrong there are knock-on effects, but the important
thing is that it's a well-told tale, and yet it seems not to have got
the kudos that Harold Fry did. I wonder why? I believe it to be the superior book, and I recommend it wholeheartedly.
Roy Eberhadt - ecowarrior! Although he doesn't know that yet. Moving from Montana to Florida is a big deal for Roy, he loved the horses and the wide open spaces, and Florida just seems flat (and hot!). He moves a lot - his father's job takes him all over (and it's only when you get about half way through the book that you find out why), and every move Roy has to find friends at a new school, try to keep out of the way of bullies (he's small for his age and quiet), and generally get on with his life. This move, however, may become something higher profile for him! It's because of the bully on the bus that he sees a kid with no shoes running for the schoolbus - but no! he doesn't get on the bus, he runs on and over back gardens and away. It takes a while for Roy to find out who he is and why he's running; and meanwhile, a food chain is attempting to open a new restaurant on the corner.
Clever cover, clever title; for you'll not be very long into the book before you discover that the creatures that need saving are burrowing owls, a real species, and protected in the USA. Cute, too. This is where Roy finds out who his friends are, that grownups often lie to save their own skins, and that not all parents are good parents. Oh, and that big business is often corrupt! So easy to read, such a good story. I cannot imagine that kids from say 8 or 9 up to early teens will not enjoy the adventure. As an adult I enjoyed it very much, and I know several other readers I lent it to felt the same.
I've been a fan of Kate DiCamillo since I came across Because of Wyn-Dixie. This is an entirely different book, but a wonderful adventure for younger readers (or to be read aloud as there are some wonderful shouty bits!) Flora saves a squirrel from certain death when he is sucked up by a very powerful vacuum cleaner. Somehow, this dreadful event turns him into a super-hero, and Flora names him Ulysses. In a strange turn of events, Tootie, the lady next door who was operating the vacuum cleaner at the time, has a nephew (William) foisted upon her for a few weeks as he has misbehaved following the re-marriage of his mother to a man who insists on calling him Billy.
Flora's Mum seems to enjoy the company of her typewriter more that that of her daughter; Flora's Dad does not live at home any more, and Flora is a little odd ..... well, not really, as you'll see the further into the book you get. Anyway, there are some great adventures to be had along the way, and those which have Ulysses being a super-hero are done in graphic novel/comic book form, whilst the rest of the book is a normal reading book.
I polished it off in a couple of hours, but then I am rather older than the aimed-at reader! What child does not feel left out sometimes, or unloved sometimes, or wanting an adventure sometimes. That's Flora, and I liked this little girl very much indeed.
What a funny thing! I have feedjit on my blog.. a little tool which tells me who has visited recently/who is visiting right now. I love it, and I wonder sometimes who these visitors are, and how they came across me. I'm not a professional blogger (I don't have any advertising, I sometimes post only a couple of times a month), and no-one offers me new beds, new paints, new books; but somehow I have a most popular post...... my regulars number around 35 - but in a year, this one has had 1,111 yes! one thousand one hundred and one hits. Why? And one of the funniest thoughts I had was - how have the Americans( they've hit the most) found this? Because the first few words of the title are "Downstairs toilet, change of colour...." and Americans, (bit of a sweeping statement coming up), to my knowledge, call these rooms anything but toilets! I don't mind of course, the more the merrier that view my smallest room, but I am intrigued as to why that post is sooo popular. Any ideas?
Although this is a children’s book, aimed, I think, at good readers of 10 years upwards, it is an excellent introduction for a reader of any age one who knows
little of the fate of Polish Jews towards the end of, and after, WW1.
In short chapters, this book tells the story of sisters Devorah and Nechama, who live in abject poverty in Poland, near the Russian border. It speaks of the hatred of Christians (Jews killed Jesus - that old chestnut) and what that kind of thinking will ultimately turn into. This is a historical fiction based on real characters, and follows the two sisters on their long journey after the death of their parents - one from typhoid, and one (probably) from starvation - rescued by one of those heroes who not enough people hear about, Isaac Ochberg, who managed to get 200 Jewish orphans to South Africa.
Do read the "Afterward" and "Author's note" at the end of the book - there are some questions answered there. And Devorah, who tells the story, was the mother-in-law of the author.
Jane awarded me this lovely blog award. So I want to thank her for that. What I am supposed to do is find several other bloggers I want to award this to and go on from there. Sadly, Jane has awarded this to all the book bloggers I know personally! Not so sadly, it was lovely to get it. If my blog amuses, great - if it does not then just pass on along the road. Thank you again Jane. x
I am really unsure how I found this book, but I must have seen in mentioned somewhere, as I ordered it, and when it came it sat on the shelf for a year or so. And now I've read it and what an enjoyable read it is, too. That is, if you like ordinary life with no sex, no murders, no mobile phones, no computers etc! Frances Woodsford started to write to Paul Bigelow as a 'thank-you' to his daughter .... whom she had met whilst on holiday in the USA just after the war. At that time, dressed in homemade clothes made from other second-hand items, she obviously struck a cord with the American, who sent her a bundle of rather nice (and new)clothes on her return to England. And as there was nothing she could do to thank that woman enough, she started to write to the elderly Mr Bigelow - a correspondence that lasted from 1949 to 1961 when he died. No love, no inuendo, nothing except a transatlantic friendship. He kept all her letters and after he died they went missing and that was the end of that. Except that it wasn't, and they re-surfaced 40 years later - and here are some of them for your delectation.
In another life, Frances Woodsford might have become a writer herself, her style, aimed at not only telling Mr Begilow all the news but making him smile too, would have done nicely in fiction. Whilst it is true that the letters are of their time (I don't know anyone who talks like that these days, in the world of "Laters" and "Where R U ?"), they are enjoyable because of that. Add to which the fact that I am familiar with the town of Bournemouth and the period the letters cover are the early part of my own life, I found it a lovely companion for a few days. It's just letters, together with a few reproduced pencil sketches and photographs. That's it, but a lovely book to dip in and out of, or to just settle with and keep reading.