It’s been a long time since I’ve linked up to What We’re Reading Wednesday, and I’ve missed sharing books with you. Fact is, I don’t read as much as I once did. That’s sad but true, and it’s the computer’s fault. Because it would be more accurate to say that I still read a lot, just articles and blogs instead of books. I read great articles and blogs, and I share them with my Facebook friends. But it’s not quite the same. So here’s a sampling of what I’ve read (relatively) recently that I thought it would be fun to share.
I got this one via Blogging for Books, and then took forever to read it. My fault, not the book’s, because it’s engaging, easy to read, and interesting. And there’s probably not much I can tell you about Paleo that you haven’t already heard, because I’m way behind the times. I will say this: people who complain about his ideas without having read the book . . . obviously haven’t read the book. 🙂 It’s far from being the had-core-you-must-eat-this-way-or-else diatribe people make it out to be. And a lot of it makes sense to me, even if I would never choose to eat that way full time.
I was given Teardrops That Tango to review by the author. This is a book that will get your attention from the first page. It tackles all kinds of rough situations: child abuse, suicide, mental illness. I know it sounds like a downer but it has a happy ending. It’s definitely painful to read, though, especially because you know it’s the true story of someone who has suffered a lot. But that’s not supposed to be the message you take away from it. Be aware that although it starts out like one it really isn’t a strict autobiography, but also combines resources for those going through rough times with inspiration and advice. It’s ambitious for sure and that can make it a bit uneven but it’s a story you won’t easily forget.
The above constitute comfort reading for me. Our whole family loves Star Trek. We have many, many Star Trek novels, which are some of our few books that survived the destruction of our home by fire four years ago. We’ve been watching one Star Trek episode each night for months now, and having made our way through TNG and TOS (yes, in that order!) we are now experiencing Deep Space Nine for the first time! Anyway, those first two books are sequels to the second-to-last TOS episode, which put me in the mood to read them; and having read them, I was in the mood to read more, and the next ones pictured are two of my favorites. If you like Star Trek, you will like these books.
And I just started the Grisha Trilogy this week, and I am already on the third book! Emily (grown up daughter) has been urging me to read these for awhile. Emily reads like I used to read. She keeps the library busy and she buys books too. Christmas and birthday lists are and always have been full of books. And of course it’s more fun if you can discuss what you read with someone else who’s read it too. I don’t know why I was so reluctant to start these. I think I was afraid they would be demanding or exhausting but they aren’t. The author has set her world in something resembling Russia in the 1800s and the familiarity makes it easier to immediately relate to. Obviously the story is engaging and interesting or I wouldn’t be reading it so fast. Whether I would recommend them I cannot say until I see how they end, and how the romance plot resolves.
Emily has already informed me what series she is going to make me read next, so I’ll have something else interesting to write about next time!
What are you reading? You can tell me in the comments! And for more reading suggestions, visit the other posts in the linkup!
It might seem a bit odd to review a book that was published almost 30 years ago and that I’ve read many times before. But having recently re-read Patience of a Saint by Father Andrew Greeley, who died in 2013, I wanted to talk about him and his writing.
In 1987 I wouldn’t have been able to understand or appreciate Father Greeley’s work. I’d read about him, of course–what Catholic hasn’t been horrified at the idea of a priest writing “racy novels” with actual sex scenes? (Such very mild and tasteful scenes, by the way.) I’m sure at the time, without having read any of his books, I disapproved. I’m sure I thought that a priest ought to have better things to do than write sexy novels. I’m sure I assumed it was notoriety the man was after.
Of course, Father Greeley, a sociologist as well as a priest, was doing other things too. In addition to his priestly duties, he was cranking out scores of non-fiction books in his field. But he considered his novels a ministry too, something that is obvious to me when I read them now. In his own words: “I wouldn’t say the world is my parish, but my readers are my parish. And especially the readers that write to me. They’re my parish.”
Anyone who reads Father Greeley will see that he loves Chicago, the Irish, and the Church. That doesn’t mean he won’t point out what he thinks their flaws are! And I don’t always agree with his perception of the Church’s flaws–I’m no authority on Chicago or the Irish! But always the love is there, and his conviction of the truth of the Church and of the power of the love of God to transform people’s lives.
Red Kane, a somewhat dissipated Chicago journalist, is a perfunctory Catholic when Patience of a Saint begins. A conversion experience comparable to St. Paul’s on the Road to Damascus propels him reluctantly into a reformation of his life which simultaneously delights and threatens his friends and family. He comes to realize that “if one party in a relationship undergoes a transformation, then the other party in that relationship must be transformed too,” and that this is scary for those around him who have grown comfortable with the roles they were used to playing.
In a climax that is foreshadowed throughout the novel, Red’s family decides he has had a nervous breakdown and they send for the men in the white coats. In the end, in what to me was a particularly moving passage, Red asks himself where he can go for help. “The answer was still obvious. The only institution in the world that could help him now was the Roman Catholic Church–the real Catholic Church. Send in the first team.”
I’ve read many–not all, by a long shot–of Father Greeley’s novels. He’s a good writer, not a great one. He does have what to me is crucial–the ability to anchor his novels firmly in a particular place and time. Chicago and its environs are intrinsic to his books. His characterization is terrific, his dialogue not so much, although to me in Patience of a Saint it rings most true. But most important is that his books are deeply Catholic, even the “sexy parts.” It’s a misunderstanding of and a disservice to Church teaching to claim that Catholicism believes sex is bad, or base, or dirty. Greeley’s novels elevate sexual love within marriage almost to a sacramental level–the ultimate act of self-giving that reflects God’s love for us.
It’s been awhile since I’ve done an Off the Shelf book review for Beacon Hill Press. Today I am happy to be sharing The Relationship Project by Bill Strom with you. As always, my views are my own, and the only compensation I received was the book itself!
When this book arrived, I was intrigued right away. I love the subtitle: Moving from “You and Me” to We. I enjoy books that offer insights on marriage, especially from a Christian worldview. And I like books that are interactive, which including “project” in the title seemed to imply.
I was imagining that this would be a book to read with my husband, something we could work on together. We both agree that a good relationship takes work and we are committed to working on ours! But here’s where the book was different from what I was expecting. And I learned that pretty quickly, in the preface in fact: ” . . . if you picked up this book to figure out how you can save your relationship, or fix a friend, put it down . . . the more important goal is to understand that we have our own heart work to do, our own self project.” That’s not to say that you couldn’t read this in tandem with a spouse, but the point–and it’s a good point in general, is it not?–is that you are to work on yourself, not on your partner!
That’s just the start of how this book is different from other relationship books you may have read, particularly if you’ve been reading mainly secular books. In those books, you’ll learn about contracts and commitments–and those are discussed in this book too–but the focus here is on covenant relationships, which are “motivated by unconditional love and grace . . . not driven by the pursuit of personal happiness.” It’s vocabulary I’d heard before, but here it is explained well and illustrated by clear examples.
The author shares from his own marriage, and the tone of the book is informal, making reading it a bit like listening to the good advice of a friend. The Relationship Project is full of examples–stories of real people, their relationships and struggles. There are illustrative quotations–and relationship stories–from Scripture as well. There are several self-assessments along the way–I love those! And there are questions for reflection. In short, this is a book that asks you not just to read it, but to engage with it.
I’m a day late to the party, and it wasn’t because I was busy reading. I only wish.
I told you last week that I was reading this for book club:
I started this the night before our meeting, and it’s almost 500 pages, so I couldn’t pay as close attention as I should have, but that’s okay because that’s four hours of my life I will never get back.
Maybe I’m not being fair because the one member of our group who picked the book and is into tech stuff really liked it, and it’s won awards, but I was turned off in the first chapter when the main character was called a “roll model.” This would be the main character whose name is, I kid you not, Hiro Protagonist. Anyway, this book is about a futuristic society in which everything is a franchise, even countries, and there are lots of those. There are no laws anymore, and people live in their own sovereign nations called burbclaves where peace is enforced by private security. Those who can spend most of their time in the virtual reality Metaverse. No doubt the Metaverse was cool and cutting edge in 1992 when this was published, but the author’s minute descriptions of it are boring to a modern reader. To give the guy credit, he coined the word avatar, but we all know what that means at this point. In my opinion, this book peaked in the first chapter, which was actually pretty cool.
Other than that, I am still on my Patricia Cornwell kick, and am about to finish this:
Cornwell’s Kay Scarpetta books grow increasingly long and convoluted over the years, and I like her earlier ones, like this one, the best. I’m not sure why I enjoy this kind of thing so much–I think it might have started with Quincy, which I watched religiously and which inspired in me the brief ambition to be a forensic pathologist. My first Cornwell book was Body Farm, which I read because of the local connection (Knoxville is the home of the REAL Body Farm). I found that I liked her writing and the mysteries, but really the key to these books is the characterization. And now after so many years of reading these books, Scarpetta and co. seem like old friends to me.
And now back to work. If you’d like more book reviews/recommendations, check out the rest of the linkup at HousewifeSpice!
I am so happy that Tina Traster offered me the chance to read and review this important story of her daughter’s adoption from Russia (Siberia, to be precise) and the family’s struggle with Reactive Attachment Disorder.
Let me start by explaining why this subject resonates with me, and why I was excited to read this book.
I have long been an advocate of “Attachment Parenting,” which sometimes receives a bad rap in the popular press by people who misunderstand it as a rigid set of rules. Really it’s more about rejecting rigid rules, trusting yourself, and following your baby’s (and later your child’s) cues. It was already something I was doing at least in part when I learned what it was called from my sister (who founded the Knoxville Chapter of Attachment Parenting International), and I’m now friends with someone who actually wrote the book (or at least one of them!) on it. So I know how important secure attachment is for children, and how we as parents should be fostering that from the moment of birth.
But what happens when children don’t get that kind of parenting, or indeed much parenting at all? As Melissa Fay Greene asks in her foreword to Ms. Traster’s book: “[W]hat of babies who . . . are unable to attract permanent devoted caregivers and cannot seem to locate an adult to adore? . . . What happens to such a baby if she is not rescued before the light in her eyes has gone out? . . . When a baby or young child has learned that no one is coming, that no one thinks he or she is the cutest little baby on earth; that he or she must weather hunger, cold, and sickness in solitary, those are hard lessons to unlearn.”
Doesn’t your heart just break, reading that? I know mine does. And it’s something I often think of and worry about because of the work I do.
As many of you know, my husband is an attorney, and we do a lot of work in the juvenile court system. We see babies who are removed from their parents as infants, and allowed to see them for only 4.3 hours per month. Sometimes months and years go by before these children are reunited with their parents. Many times they are moved from one foster home to another. No one seems to discuss the effect this has on their ability to form attachments not just to their parents but to anyone. Conversely, I routinely read Petitions to Terminate the Parental Rights of some of our clients which claim that no bond exists with the birth parents (with whom the child may have lived for many years) and that a bond has formed with the foster parents (with whom the child has lived for a few months). We always question these non-evidence-based assumptions when we answer these petitions, and demand to see the science that would back them up, but of course there is no such science.
So we worry. We worry about these kids, and their futures, because we know secure attachment is so important. And that’s why this book is so important, not only for those who have adopted from foreign countries or are considering doing so, but for anyone who is interested in helping the troubled children in our social services system, or in doing something to reform that broken system.
When Tina Traster and her husband, Ricky Tannenbaum, set out to adopt a baby from Siberia, they did not even consider the idea that their child might have trouble bonding with them. On the contrary, Tina was more concerned about her own “queasy ambivalence.” She hasn’t read any parenting books. She is shocked, and not in a happy way, to learn that Julia’s adoption will take place much sooner than they had been told. She doesn’t even know how to change a diaper.
Tina’s honesty in disclosing her fears and her mixed feelings about adopting a baby strikes me as a bold move. It would be easy to blame Julia’s lack of bonding on a mother who has her own issues with attachment–one who is in fact in the middle of long-standing conflict with and estrangement from her own mother. But this tactic works because of Ricky, who is not ambivalent, who is deft and efficient in caring for the baby from the start, who is loving and nurturing and who seems to his wife to have it all together. We are accompanying Tina on her journey as she worries when she sees other babies and the way their mothers interact with them, and becomes certain something is different about Julia at the same time that she questions her own ability to mother. When Tina writes: “For the first two years after we brought Julia home, I thought I was the only one in the world who experienced difficulties with her, that I’d made a mistake, that motherhood and I weren’t meant to be . . . only in the last year have I seen Ricky become aggravated with her behavior. She’s just as unresponsive to him as she is to me,” her concerns are validated, and any misgivings the reader may have had as to the origins of Julia’s inability to bond are swept away as well.
It takes a while for Julia’s parents to accept the diagnosis of Reactive Attachment Disorder, and some time after that for them to decide to attack the problem head on, which they do not with the help of professionals but via copious research and then applying what they have learned on their own. They don’t advocate this approach for everyone, noting especially that some children with RAD can hurt themselves or others and would require professional intervention. But it works for Julia. While Tina is quick to make sure we understand that RAD is not something that goes away, that it will always be a part of Julia and will require constant vigilance by her parents, she has become “solidly attached.”
Rescuing Julia Twice is a gripping story, and Ms. Traster is a good writer (an award-winning journalist–this is no ghost-written memoir). It weaves together seamlessly the linear events of Julia’s adoption and what follows with scientific information (accessibly presented) on RAD as well as flashbacks to Tina’s past and the conflict with her mother. So this book is a lot of things put together, and that’s a strength. You will not be bored by it, and you will also learn from it. My only criticism is that I would have liked more story about Julia’s transition to firm attachment, and further information on the techniques her parents used. This is primarily the story of the road toward Tina and Ricky’s definitive realization that Julia has RAD, and I feel that the ending comes a little abruptly. However, to be fair, this may just be the story that Ms. Traster wants to tell, and she tells it very well.
Rescuing Julia Twice is available on Amazon both in hardback and Kindle versions. You can read more about Julia here, and more about Ms. Traster’s other writing here. Additionally, there are many resources on RAD listed in the Resources section at the end of the book.
As always, this review represents my own opinion. My only compensation was the review copy I received.
A few months ago, I was honored to be chosen as an “Off the Shelf” reviewer for Beacon Hill Press of Kansas City. Y’all may have noticed by now that I love books. So why wouldn’t I be thrilled to have the opportunity to read quality books (for free!) and talk about them here? My first review follows. My only compensation was the book itself, and the opinion is my own.
A Story Unfinished: 99 Days with Eliot is the story of every parent’s worse nightmare–the death of a child. And even more tragically, about knowing that death is inevitable before in the eyes of the world that child’s life has even begun. It sounds sad, and of course it is. But reading it will lift you up, not drag you down.
At a 30-week prenatal appointment, Matt and Ginny Mooney learned that their unborn child had a genetic condition–Trisomy 18–that would result in his death within hours or days of birth, if not before. But baby Eliot defied the doctors’ expectations and lived for 99 precious days. His parents chronicled his brief life in their blog, and those entries make up a portion of the book.
Knowing only that their time with their son would be brief, the Mooneys took full advantage of it, cherishing every moment. The shortness of Eliot’s life seems like a tragedy, but having feared he would die in the womb, each of those 99 days felt like a gift to the Mooneys and was treated as such.
This isn’t your typical biography. For one thing, you know in advance how the story ends–or at least how THIS part of the story ends. You know going in that Eliot dies in 99 days. And the story isn’t told in a linear fashion. Matt mixes the story of Eliot’s life with flashbacks and previews, and adds his insights. This was a little disconcerting to me at first because I didn’t expect it, but I think it works well for what he is hoping to accomplish with this book.
Because it’s ultimately not just the story of a baby’s life; it’s about what his parents took away from the experience, and what we all can learn from it. Yet I don’t want to make it sound preachy, because it isn’t. Matt believes in the goodness of God and the redemptive value of suffering, but he doesn’t sugarcoat the pain: “We do not get to pick the ways in which God chooses to reveal himself. Please understand what I am not saying. The loss of Eliot is bad, big-bucket Bad, and I make no attempt to tie a bow on our own experience nor the immense pain I come across in the lives of others. I miss him every day.”
People debate whether God causes bad things to happen, or ask why He doesn’t prevent them, or say that is He doesn’t prevent them, it’s just as bad as if He causes them. Some people believe that every death and every tragedy is part of God’s plan, and directly willed by Him with a purpose that we cannot hope to understand. Certainly all of us know that sometimes good things come out of bad things. Matt writes about this toward the end of the book, in talking about his journey to pick up his adopted daughter, abandoned in a Ukrainian orphanage because she was disabled. This was for me the most profound moment in a book that is overflowing with profound moments: “But for losing my son, I would not be in this car. I would not be in Ukraine. . . . If Eliot were here, I would not be here. The absolute worst thing in each of our lives was the thing that brought us together. Without walking a road of pain and misery, our paths would never have crossed. But they did. Lena is my daughter.”