Summer Holiday Reading vol 1

Context: for the half of last month, I worked 12-hour days. For the rest of the half, I worked 10-hour days. Given that, it's fair to say I am slightly overexcited about the prospect of 3 glorious, summery weeks off from all the editing and translating and arguing with an irrational client and "herding the sheep" (this is a joke, I love my team a lot :) ) 

This may also be why I have listed 15 books in my to-read list for three weeks (plus one day... a lot can happen in one day). 

Here are the print books:

Nine Stories, J.D. Salinger - a collection of short stories. Salinger's Franny and Zooey is one of my favourite books.

The Republic of Thieves, Scott Lynch (about half way through) - the last book of the series was pretty much a miss for me, but this one has been going a lot better.

The Almost Nearly Perfect People: Behind the Myth of the Scandinavian Utopia, Michael Booth - how is it that so many people seem to possess deep interest in Scandinavia/Nordic region, yet no one really knows anything much about it, not to mention dreams of living here? I'm afraid it might turn out a bit of a shallow read, but no doubt it will be entertaining, and at least semi-educating.

The Marriage Plot, Jeffrey Eugenides - seems to be bit of a love-or-hate this one? Then again I guess Eugenides is... I'm pretty sure I'm going to love it because if you write like the guy who gave birth to Middlesex, it takes a sort of unimaginable skill to screw up a book.

Abaddon's Gate, James S. A. Corey - ain't no better combination than summer and space operas.

Apteeker Melchior ja Rataskaevu viirastus, Indrek Hargla -  the smart apotheka owner Melchior continues solving brutal crimes in medieval Tallinn. Bloody love this stuff.

City of Stairs, Robert Jackson Bennett - so excited for this one! Looks very promising.

And that's about half of it, I will be posting e-books tomorrow!

Twinkle, twinkle, little five-star...

Been a bit of an odd reading year, this one. I've completed 37 books and given maximum score to only four. While normal for some, this is definitely a tad negative outcome for me, I'm not the type to "save" my fivers for the Life Changing Books :p Most of the books I've read have been 3-stars, there are a few ones among them (*cough* Not This Kind of Girl *cough*) It's been a mess, really, but on the other hand - those best books really stand out in the crowd. 

The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton - so back in the day (May 2013) I read The Innocents - a book that was said to be a retelling (gosh how I hate this word and what it represents!) of The Age of Innocence - and had some problems with it (of course I did...). So what do we learn from this situation? Don't fix it if it ain't broken. The Age of Innocence definitely ain't broken, and I recommend you read it if you at all like classic/American lit. 

Pirita kägistaja, Indrek Hargla - keeping this one short since it is Estonian - this series by sci-fi author Hargla, in which chemist/druggist/apotheka owner Melchior solves mysteries in medieval Tallinn is getting better by each book. 

Caliban's War, James S. A. Corey - what's summer for if not reading chick lit space operas? The first in the series, Leviathan Wakes, was okay very decent, but this one really added some gears. I'm planning to read the third book soon - even if they say it's gonna go all downhill now. 

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Philip K. Dick - you know that movie Blade Runner? Of course you do. Well, even if it is very much the matter of taste, and apples and oranges, this book is so much better. Let's just say it made a whole lotta more sense. And the whole topic of animals is just so close to my heart. 

But Riv, I hear you say while counting fingers on your left/right hand - you said you read four five-star books this year and yet there are five covers on this very amateurish Picmonkey collage photo? Very observant! Because technically, I have given 

Tiny Beautiful Things, Cheryl Strayed - four stars on Goodreads. However! As this year is going as it is going, meaning not very generously star-wise, I realised this is definitely a top read as well. Especially considering it has kinda stuck with me, and it was the very first book I read this year. To say I was skeptical about Tiny Beautiful Things (What Dear Sugar?? I ain't that kinda girl...) is ... well, I was very skeptical. But dear heavens, that lady can write! Don't be skeptical. It's good stuff if you feel like being a little bit emo about all sorts of relationship issues.

[insert those *Comfortably Numb* lyrics]

Hello (hello... hello... helloo..... yep, it echoes around here :p)

Well. Ain't it just convenient where I left off with this blog - the last post was made on 31st of December, 2014. I can honestly tell you it was not a planned disappearance - but it happened anyway. I ain't even gonna attempt to say anything other than if you feel like blogging - blog; if you feel like not blogging - don't. Clearly I've been feeling like not blogging for seven months now, and obviously I, at least somewhat, feel like blogging again. 

I had a blog slump, I had a major reading slump in the beginning of this year, it can even be said I had a life slump (HI, M!) -  it was pretty bad, let me tell ya. 

I miss my book blog. I don't miss struggling with Blogger, though, but I miss writing about bookish stuff. I miss my bookish buddies (if there is anyone still around, HELLO!). 

It is a bit ironic that I am writing this post and planning the return while having major workload and 10-hour days (at least) - but there are people who get more done the more they have things to get done with, and I am clearly one of them people. 

It's summer, I still live in Helsinki, with a hobbit and two cats, I still read books. I shall leave you guys with that for now, and cross all my fingers to still feel like book blogging tomorrow. 

 

The Best and Worst of 2014

In 2014 I read a hundred books. I read tons of science fiction, and not enough classics. I read more non-fiction than I usually do. I finished the Harry Potter series. I read three David Mitchell books, and loved them all. I had slumps and sprees. It was a good year ^^

 

Here are my favourites of 2014, described in one sentence (as usual, best if not be taken too seriously):

 

Best in Fiction

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet, David Mitchell

my ramblings

Jan's review

 

Quiet tension, sad fates, oriental setting, beautiful writing.

 

Middlesex, Jeffrey Eugenides

 

Epic family story, peels like an onion, beautiful writing.

 

We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, Karen Joy Fowler

 

Humans are awful animals, beautiful writing.

 

 

Best in Science Fiction

 

 

Hyperion and The Fall of Hyperion, Dan Simmons

 

Great sci-fi books Great books.

 

Ready Player One, Ernest Cline

my extensive ramblings

 

Every nerd's comfort read.

 

Ancillary Justice, Ann Leckie

 

Gender is overrated.

 

 

Best in Fantasy

Among Others, Jo Walton

 

Less is more - very quiet, subtle, and thought-provoking book.

 

The Lies of Locke Lamora, Scott Lynch

my ramblings in bullet form

 

Cleptomaniac & co, commotion & banter, cool sidekick.

 

 

Best in Non-Fiction

 

 

An Astronaut's Guide to Life on Earth, Chris Hadfield

 

Inspirational - that is all.

 

Nothing to Envy, Barbara Demick

 

The real lives of North-Koreans are shocking.

 

Packing for Mars, Mary Roach

 

Funny, daring, will possibly gross you out.

 

 

Best in Classics

 

 

Jude the Obscure, Thomas Hardy

 

Life is a bleak piece of hell, and then we die.

 

Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier

 

Melodramatic, atmospheric, dislikeable, unputdownable.

 

 

The Biggest Disappointment

 

Disclaimer: I am aware that these are highly popular books. I personally didn't like them. I maybe *got* them, but still didn't like them. Tastes are different. The fact that you enjoyed them and I didn't does not mean we still couldn't be friends. Happy new year.

 

 

The Name of the Wind, Patrick Rothfuss

ramblings (with a chart!)

 

Nothing special, a mega annoying female character.

 

The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini

more ramblings

 

Plain characters, uninspiring, relying too much on shock value.

 

American Gods, Neil Gaiman

 

Confusing, too long, I don't click with Gaiman's writing.

 

The Fault in our Stars, John Green

 

Teenagers don't talk like this; John Green does.

 

Wine upon my lips* - most memorable quotes from 2014

If there is something I want to improve, it's keeping the track of beautiful quotes I come upon when reading. I am very inconsistent; some I mark down in some of my gazillion notebooks; some I type into the Goodreads as I'm reading. Therefore, in the end, I don't really have one place where they all exist, but in this case, I kind of remembered very vividly the books that were beautifully written. I am one of them people who enjoy the written word for its aesthetic value - willing to admit the language is more important for me than the plot or any other aspect of a story.

 

Out of curiosity, I went and checked my favourite quotes from 2013 - they were still beautiful :)

 

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"How do you smuggle daydreams into reality?"

asks David Mitchell in number9dream. It is the question that still keeps haunting me.

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In addition to the usual aspirin and endorphins, I saw stims, tranks, Flashback tubes, orgasm derms, shunt primers, cannabis inhalers, non-recom tobacco cigarettes, and a hundred less identifiable drugs.

 

 

This describes contents of a lady's medicine cabinet in Dan Simmons's The Fall of Hyperion. Not sure I would want to get intimately acquinted with the aforementioned medicine cabinet, but I have to admire the author's creativity. His books are full of such little pearls.

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"Mum said I'd learn betrayals come in various shapes and sizes, but to betray someone's dream is the unforgiveable one."

 

Holly Sykes rings the truth in Mitchell's The Bone Clocks. Handling other people's dreams is a dangerous business indeed.

 

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But the appetite for sophisticated ruin was already there.

 

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides, a highly quotable book. Moreso than the quote itself, I was stricken by the concept of "sophisticated ruin" - I think there is a certain group of people who are more prone for the sophisticated ruin, and I think I might be a member of this group.

 

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There may be stranger reasons for being alive.

There are books. There's Auntie Teg and Grampar. There's Sam, and Gill. There's interlibrary loan. There are books you can fall into and pull up over your head. There's the distant hope of a karass** sometime in the future.

 

Among Others, Jo Walton - and what a beautiful thought it is to have. Though I'm still searching for my Real Life karass - I think I found a form of it via the book blogging ^^

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"And so we constantly infer someone else's intentions, thoughts, knowledge, lack of knowledge, doubts, desires, beliefs, guesses, promises, preferences, purposes, and many, many more things in order to behave as social creatures in the world."

The cynic in me rejoiced, writing down this piece of truth from Karen Joy Fowler's We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves. A human can be such an ugly herd animal.

 

 

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Gulls wheel through spokes of sunlight over gracious roofs and dowdy thatch, snatching entrails at the marketplace and escaping over cloistered gardens, spike-topped walls, and triple-bolted doors. Gulls alight on whitewashed gables, creaking pagodas, and dung-ripe stables; circle over towers and cavernous bells and over hidden squares where urns of urine sit by covered wells, watched by mule drivers, mules, and wolf-snouted dogs, ignored by hunchbacked makers of clogs; gather speed up the stoned-in Nakashima River and fly beneath the arches of its bridges, glimpsed from kitchen doors, watched by farmers walking high, stony ridges. Gulls fly through clouds of steam from laundries' vats; over kites unthreading corpses of cats; over scholars glimpsing truth in fragile patterns; over bathhouse adulterers; heartbroken slatterns; fishwives dismembering lobsters and crabs; their husbands gutting mackerel on slabs; woodcutters' sons sharpening axes; candlemakers rolling waxes; flint-eyed officials milking taxes; etiolated lacquerers; mottled-skinned dyers; imprecise soothsayers; unblinking liars; beavers of muds; gutters of rushes; ink-lipped calligraphers dipping brushes; booksellers ruined by unsold books; ladies-in-waiting; tasters; dressers; filching page boys; runny-nosed cooks; sunless attick nooks where seamstresses prick calloused fingers; limping malingerers; swineherds; swindlers; lip-chewed debtors rich in excuses; heard-it-all creditors tightening nooses; prisoners haunted by happier lives; and aging rakes by other men's wives; skeletal tutors goaded to fits; firemen-turned-looters when occasion permits; tongue-tied witnesses; purchased judges; mothers-in-law nurturing briars and grudges; apothecaries grinding powders with mortars; palanquins carrying not-yet-wed daughters; silent nuns; nine-year-old whores; the once-were-beautiful gnawed by sores; statues of Jizo anointed with posies; syphilitics sneezing through rotted-off noses; potters; barbers; hawkers of oil; tanners; cutlers; carters of night soil; gatekeepers; beekeepers; blacksmiths and drapers; torturers; wet nurses; perjurers; cutpurses; the newborn; the growing; the strong-willed and pliant; the ailing; the dying; the weak and defiant; over roof of a painter withdrawn first from the world, then his family, and down into a masterpiece that has, in the end, withdrawn from its creator; and around again, where their fight began, over the balcony of the Room of the Last Chrysanthemum, where a puddle from last night's rain is evaporating; a puddle in which Magistrate Shiroyama observers the blurred reflections of gulls wheeling through spokes of sunlight. This world, he thinks, contains just one masterpiece, and that is itself.

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet, David Mitchell. Congratulations to those who actually got through this last quote - you guys are troopers. This is my favourite quote of the year. This one page holds the reasons why I read. I am not the cryer when it comes to art, but I can say with all honesty, I almost wept when I got to the end of this paragraph after the first read, out of sheer happiness that there is a person in the world who is able to write like that. And that is why I love Mitchell - not because of his clever plot structures or relatable characters. I love him because he is the virtuoso of text, the master with words, the lord of the language.

 

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* From a Virginia Woolf quote - "Language is wine upon the lips"
** Kurt Vonnegut

Crème de la crème of 2014 - the best characters and villains

 

Are you tired of all the Best Ofs already? I'm not, so from hereon to the end of the year I'll publish a few "cream of the cream" lists of my own. This first one features my favourite fictional boys, girls and villains of the year 2014 - a wonderful year of reading it was.

 

The best female character

Jessica Atreides courtesy of SanC-Art.

Holly Sykes from The Bone Clocks (David Mitchell)

 

Holly, Holly... At first you were this and then that, and also a little hidden in between. Thank you for showing that an awesome character does not need to be in the spotlight throughout.

Jessica Atreides from Dune (Frank Herbert)

 

I admit being slightly allergic to the phrase "kick-ass female character" (I much prefer my girls to be normal human beings, thank you very much), but it kind of fits the bill in your case. It was all kinds of wonderful to follow your inner monologue. If Bene Gesserit training was available in our world, I would not need to be taking anti-depressants.

Morwenna (Mori) Phelps from Among Others (Jo Walton)

 

Dear Mori, let me give you a hug. I know how it feels. I was you once, long ago. Your mind is a wonderful thing - don't ever let it become narrow and let people tell you "SF? What are you - a kid/nerd/trekkie?" I love you.

The best male character

Locke Lamora & Jean Tannen courtesy of BotanicaXu.

 

Jacob de Zoet from The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet (David Mitchell)

Ah... how tragic be you, life. Jacob is a beautifully written character, thus the title should go to Mitchell instead. He is charming in his naivety and courage (always the winning combination).

Jean Tannen from The Lies of Locke Lamora and Red Seas Under Red Skies (Scott Lynch)

Jean is the character I would have dated in high school. Must be the glasses and the bookishness. Though it's pretty okay, in my book, how he constantly saves Locke's skinny ass. (Who's the main character of these books, again...?)

 

Homer Wells from The Cider House Rules  (John Irving)

I don't have an easy reasoning to love Homer Wells. He is a bit of a broken soul, and no hero. Most people would consider him a coward I suppose (right on, Melony), but I prefer to think some people simply struggle with more complicated inner conflicts. He does the right thing, in the end. Truth is, I just love Irving's male characters (OWEN MEANY). Right? Right.

The best villain

William Hamleigh.
Baron Vladimir Harkonnen courtesy of SimonDubuc.

Arabella Donn from Jude the Obscure (Thomas Hardy)

 

Arabella, you are in the top of the list of despicable human beings I have ever met in fictional world. That is all.

Dolores "hem, hem" Umbridge from youknowwhatbooks (too lazy to check which numbers they were) (J.K. Rowling)

The favourite "love to hate" villain in the world, most likely. Despite my pacifistic views, I would have liked to punch her in the face.

William Hamleigh from The Pillars of the Earth (Ken Follett)

William, though I hate you from the bottom of my heart, I also pity you. What a miserable life it must have been, filled with hate and stupidity from being a little boy to being an old man. Also, you are a perv.

Baron Vladimir Harkonnen from Dune (Frank Herbert)

Dear Baron, you are a member of my favourite category of villains - The Fat Wiseass. Maybe you don't even belong here because I do admire your intelligence and cunning mind.

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The next crème de la crème edition - Best Quotes of 2014.

It's Monday! What Are You Reading? - 15.12.2014

Hello! Happy new week! I didn't post last Monday, because I was reading pretty much the same stuff (gotta love 'em big books...) and I figured maybe the Monday posts will work better for me twice a month instead of every week. I'll see how that goes.

I've finished off some good stuff meanwhile, and also some excellent stuff. Station Eleven and The Cider House Rules (yes, the 900+ page John Irving tome) were good, and Among Others was bloody brilliant. I also finished a young adult fantasy book The Girl of Fire and Thorns, which was meh. Okay. Nothing special. I really should quit reading YA books altogether...

 

 

 

I would like to finish all these off before the end of the year, but we'll see how this goes. Ideally I would start the new year with the new reads.

Endymion, Dan Simmons - about half-way through, taking it slow. Simmons writes good, but I kind of miss the intricacy of the previous two books - this one is way too linear.

Deadhouse Gates, Steven Erikson - half-way through as well. Just like the first book in the series, it is a challenging read. The plot has picked up though and I am drawn to the bleakness of the world.

The Glass Castle, Jeannette Walls - I have to admit I am having difficulties with this one. Mainly because I can't seem to decide what it is that I am reading. I have hard time taking it as non-fiction; however, the narrator is still in the age of a child and I am rather curious to see what changes in her attitude will occur once she gets older.

Oliver Twist, Charles Dickens - I have read three chapters, Dickens is wordy as usual and requries some effort from a modern time reader. There have been some chuckles, though, and illustrations are nice.

Leviathan Wakes, James S. A. Corey - 'cos space opera is my chick lit.
 

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