what I’ve been reading lately:
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Mistress of the Art of Death by Ariana FranklinBerkley (Penguin), 2008 (Originally G.P. Putnam’s Sons, 2007)
I think what I liked best about this book was its setting: Cambridge, England, in 1171. Spring and the rain and the cherry blossoms, and a city centered around its river, a city of traders and barges and punts and quays and bridges. Comparing it to her hometown of Salerno, the main character thinks about
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Shiver by Maggie StiefvaterScholastic Press, 2009
Grace has grown up watching the wolves behind her family’s house in Mercy Falls, Minnesota. As a child, she was actually attacked by them once: one dragged her from her tire swing on a cold winter day, and the others circled around—but one wolf stopped the attack partway through. That wolf, the yellow-eyed wolf, becomes
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London Orbital by Iain SinclairPenguin, 2003 (Originally Granta Books, 2002)
So. Hi again. It’s February, and it’s been nearly a month since I last posted here. During that time period I moved (not far: from Park Slope proper to the edge of Park Slope/Windsor Terrace). There was much packing, much unpacking, and much packing-and-unpacking-related angst. There was not much reading around moving day: my brain
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The Rabbit Problem by Emily GravettSimon & Schuster Books for Young Readers, 2010(Originally Macmillan Children’s Books, 2009)
Once again, Emily Gravett slays me with the combination of cleverness plus rabbits. This book is amazing, from the endpapers on, and it’s full of so many smart and hilarious details. At its most basic level, the premise is simple: it’s a visual representation of Fibonacci’s Rabbit Problem. If you need a refresher, it’s nicely
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Jamrach’s Menagerie by Carol BirchDoubleday (Random House), 2011 (Originally Canongate)
Books that are “writerly” or self-consciously “literary” in certain ways really appeal to me, and part of what I enjoyed about Jamrach’s Menagerie is that writerly charm. First, there’s the prose: it’s lush, detailed, descriptive, full of place, of weather, of sound, of slants of light. It’s beautiful (though there are also, you should be
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A Burial at Sea by Charles FinchMinotaur Books, 2011
It’s May 1873, and Charles Lenox, now 42, is pretty settled as a member of Parliament, and not really an active detective any longer. When this book starts, he’s in Plymouth, about to set sail on a ship called the Lucy, on a trip with two purposes. Publicly, he’s traveling as an emissary from the
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Snow by Uri Shulevitz (Farrar Straus Giroux, 1998)
I forget where I heard about this book, which made the Caldecott Honor list in 1999, but it seemed like a pleasing winter-time picture book, perhaps especially given our not-very-snowy-yet winter this year: we had an early slushy snow Halloween weekend, but haven’t had any since. Snow is set in a gray-skied town with a
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The Future of Us by Jay Asher & Carolyn MacklerRazorbill (Penguin), 2011
The book opens with a fact: “In 1996 less than half of all American high school students had ever used the Internet.” And then we meet Josh and Emma, two high school students (he’s a sophomore, she’s a junior.) They’re neighbors, always have been, and were best friends as kids, though over the past 6
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Sleight by Kirsten KaschockCoffee House Press, 2011
Sleight is disorienting at first: entering the world of the book means picking up its vocabulary, the vocabulary of an imagined form of art called sleight that’s part acrobatics, part dance, but something else entirely. One character, early in the book, says sleight is “beyond anything it may have come from. Or out of”: she