A few years ago, I picked up The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake which is a story about a young girl who can sense people’s feelings when she eats the food they make.*

The very next book I read was Savvy, which is a story about a young girl who can read people’s minds, if they have tattoos that can talk. What? I don’t even know anymore. It was a few years ago. It’s all a blur.

I think I may have even talked about this weird coincidence. I didn’t plan to read two books about little girls who can read minds/feelings in a row. It just happened.

And lately, stuff like that has been happening more and more in the books I’m reading. Like, late last year I started reading Enchantment by Orson Scott Card and listening to Shogun by James Clavell. I basically started reading/listening to these two books at the same time, and for the first hundred pages or so, it was like they were the same book. Except one took place in a dark ages Russia and one took place in feudal Japan. And one had time travel and fairy tales and the other had a lot of seppuku.

THE POINT IS both main characters were extraordinary men who were forced in to a foreign environment, they both immediately caught the attention of the local rulers and both were ostracized for their foreignness. And they both had to immediately start learning customs and language differences to survive. AND priests/religion play a huge, evil role in both books.

And, in the space of one day, I read the word “tonsured” in Enchantment (I remembered the word because I had to look it up) and heard it in Shogun. Like, how often to you come across the word “tonsured”? And no, I’m not going to give you the link to the wikipedia page! Go look it up yourself!

Okfine, here it is.

After that though, the books diverge in topic pretty drastically. But. Come one, that’s weird, right?

I’ll update you more as these weird similarities pop up.


So, on Friday, I took this super awesome selfie and I had to share it here for two reasons:

1) I’m really proud of how off my rocker I look here. That’s my best Crazy Eye there, just for you.

2) It’s actually for a project that I’m going to tell you all about very soon. I’m hoping to talk about it more next week, but for now I’ll just leave you with this:

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* The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake is also highly reminiscent of that super cheezy guilty pleasure of a movie Simply Irresistible – the one where Sarah Michelle Gellar gets crabs I MEAN BUYS CRABS AT THE FARMER’S MARKET and one casts a spell on her and she becomes a Food Witch and she can make people feel Feelings through the dishes she creates. Like that, but backwards. And written by Aimee Bender, so it’s a lot sadder (hence the title). With a lot less Sean Patrick Flanery.

What? You didn’t watch that movie on repeat in your dorm room with your roommates binging on Pop Tarts wondering why you’re single? ME NEITHER OK. Get off it already.

In which I dust off Ye Olde Blog

A few nights ago, I had a dream that Amanda Palmer and I got bow tie tattoos together, and then she had a house concert in our apartment. At one point, she decided to have an intermission so she could grab some drinks and just chew the fat with people, but somehow a friend of mine from college offended her deeply. She got all upset and she zoomed off in a car made of pizza that had pepperoni for wheels.

Later, we found out she was caught in a dust storm.

I guess I’m not entirely sure what a dream like that would mean. Maybe you want to take a crack at it. Let me know if you come up with anything.

The rest of the week, literally every night, I dreamed I was wandering through the aisles of a pillow store, searching for just the right pillow. Aisles and aisles of pillows. No front door or back door or restroom to be found in this store. And all the pillows? They all looked exactly the same, felt exactly the same. But none of them were the *right* one. I couldn’t find the right pillow.

I have a slightly better idea what that dream is about. I think I need a new pillow.

I guess what I’m saying is, I haven’t been sleeping very well.

And, I guess what else I’m saying is, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed moving around in this space. It feels good to be back.


Book Review: The Book of Lost Things

The Book of Lost ThingsThe Book of Lost Things by John Connolly

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

While there are certainly a few things about this book that I could pick apart and criticize, I’m slapping a huge 5 star review on it because it just sucked me in and made me enjoy it so gosh darn much.

David is a boy who’s life is in flux. Changes are happening in the world around him, both in his immediate family and the world at large. While World War II threatens on the horizon, David’s mother passes and he finds himself retreating in to books and fairy tales as a way to cope. Amidst these changes, David notices that the line between the fantasy world of his books and the “real” world becomes less and less clear. We are flung, with David, in to a world of legends and fairy stories where the choice to be honorable can be a matter of life or death.

I LOVE Connolly’s twisted fairy tale world. I love the empathy with which he treats his characters – the good ones and the bad ones. Connolly is clearly a master of storytelling who knows the power of restraint.

Augh, I want to tell you how it ends. But I won’t. I’ll just leave it at this: the prose is beautiful, the story is engaging, the characters are real. Go pick up this book as soon as you have the chance – and be prepared to be a little scared.

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