Living in the Blurbs

Have you ever selected a book based solely on the blurbs from other authors? I haven't, but I suppose I could have been influenced at one time or another to select a book if some of my favorite authors also liked it.
I read those sound bites on books and wonder what makes an author decide to lend his/her name to a book cover, to laud someone else's work. I know that some must genuinely like the book they are asked to promote, but I am not so much of a Pollyanna that I don't also know how the publishing game works.
So imagine my surprise (and laughter) when a book that had peaked my interest was endorsed by James Patterson. It's a chick lit book called The Irresistible Blueberry Bakeshop & Cafe, by Mary Simses.
Let me just say that this is one time that I should have believed the blurb, rather than the book jacket.
I am not a huge Patterson fan. I know he has a lot of fans (about 200 million of them), and good for you if you're one of them. He just isn't my cup of tea. He also has a fairly large footprint in the crime/thriller category. So what the heck is he doing promoting a chick lit book right on the cover? And in very un-James-Patterson-like terms?
As you know, I like books about food, so I looked past Mr. Patterson and got the book. And it was ... okay. Honestly, it's very James Patterson: all style and not a lot of substance. Again, that's fine for people who like that.
But he should not have compared this book to The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society - a book that had much more substance (and plot) to it. So why should I have believed Patterson's blurb rather than the book jacket?
Because then I would have known that this book would be more Patterson than Helen Fielding and I might have thought twice before reading it. That book jacket pulled me in with the gorgeous blueberries and jam, very little of which is in the book. In fact, based only on the food, this book should have been called The Doughnut Shop.
Oh well, lesson learned in the blurbs.


What Are You Reading?

That is the very question I am asked most. And the answer is usually complicated.
I read a lot of books at one time. I'll perhaps read a light book before bed, a heavy tome during lunch, a mystery while waiting in line...it just depends on the circumstance.
And I read a lot. As in: All. The. Time.
I have books in my car (duh - not for driving, but for emergencies), books in my purse, books by all chairs in my house. You get the picture. It's just who I am. 
No, it is not the only thing I do. I'm also into yoga, baking, walking, photography, seeing my friends, video games (don't laugh!), and much more. I just happen to read fast. Really really fast.
So I've set up some handy-dandy guides for anyone who asks. They are boards on Pinterest that will not only tell you what I've read, but what I'm looking forward to reading as well. 
I tend to give mini-reviews on this particular board, so you can follow along there if I'm not reviewing fast enough for you on this blog. Note that I named that board for the popular #50BookPledge that many people take each year. I think I'm going to make my personal goal of 100 this year. Yikes.
Oh, and if you think I'm fast, you should meet my mother. She outpaces me by two books to my one. Seriously.
Now, back to my book(s).

Do Not Disturb - I'm Reading, Man

It's that time of year again, and I am equally giddy and nervous. Today, the longlist of nominees was announced for my favorite awards: The Man Booker Prizes. Awarded to the "best novel" of the year that was written by an author from the United Kingdom, these prizes have been my introduction to books I would not otherwise have heard about.
Last year's winner was the very well-known Hilary Mantel for one of my favorite books, Bring Up the Bodies. But the longlist included some of the most amazing books I'd never heard of: The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, The Teleportation Accident, The Lighthouse. So good.
These are books that haunt me, to be honest, and that I call to mind often. In 2011, Pigeon English was on both the shortlist and the longlist. There is not a month that goes by that I don't at some point think of 11-year-old Harrison Opoku, the hero of that novel. The selection committee and the judges for these awards very rarely disappoint.
Therefore, I am putting you on notice: I am about to read these 13 books in a frenzy and I may not look up for weeks. You'll probably find many of the selections in my reviews later this year, if the past nominees are anything to go by.
At least I have until Sept. 10 to read them all. That's when the judges - who read 131 books to determine this list - will name their shortlist for the prize. The actual winner will be announced on Oct. 15.
Meanwhile, here is the longlist, just in case you want to put your eyesight in jeopardy, too. You can also find a Pinterest board of the nominees here.

Almost English, Charlotte Mendelson
Five Star Billionaire, Tash Aw
Harvest, Jim Crace
The Kills, Richard House
The Lowland, Jhumpa Lahiri
The Luminaries, Eleanor Catton
The Marrying of Chani Kaufman, Eve Harris
The Spinning Heart, Donal Ryan
A Tale for the Time Being, Ruth Ozeki
The Testament of Mary, Colm Tóibín
TransAtlantic, Colum McCann
Unexploded, Alison MacLeod
We Need New Names, NoViolet Bulawayo 

I Dislike Paris in the Summer

There is a true art to writing historical fiction. You've got to strike the right balance between facts and imagination, and that is not easy. One of the writers that I have always thought hit just the right tone is Edward Rutherfurd.
He has written dauntingly long (but fabulously engrossing) books that center on one city or area. Then he delves in and gives you all of the juicy historical details, told from the point of view of a common everyday person, rather than the kings and courtiers that usually crowd into the limelight. And he did it long before Ken Follett looked up to his famous pillars.
The stories spin a web to trap you, making you truly care about what happens to the families you love (or sometimes hate). And the clever historical facts are dropped in benignly, not in a way that shouts, "We're learning something here!"
I've been a huge fan – until recently. I know I said life is too short to read bad books, but even I can get snared by an author that I love. Rutherfurd's most recent book, Paris, was the bait and I fell for it. I wanted to love it, so much so that I kept plowing through it. By the end, I was so frustrated with it that I left the book in a New Orleans hotel. That's a big deal for a woman who treasures all of her other Rutherfurd books.
I don't review bad books, as you know, and this was not a "bad" book in the sense that it was well-written. If you've never read Rutherfurd, you may find it perfectly acceptable. But if you know Rutherfurd, it just isn't up to his usually high marks.
So below I'll list Rutherfurd's books from best to least-best, and then tell you why I love the City of Light, but I dislike Paris.

Sarum

This novel was published 16 years ago and I have probably read it eight times. It is an amazing look at 10,000 years of history in England, centering on a sacred area in the Salisbury Plain that includes Stonehenge. Don't let that huge span of time put you off. This is a fascinating historical saga through the eyes of five families who live, love, and endure during some of the most noted and incredible events. Rather than thinking it's too long, you won't want it to end.

London

This book is a love letter to the city of London. Focusing on 2,000 years of history, beginning with the Roman occupation, London offers adventure and drama, history and mystery, all again viewed from the common people who populated the city from its earliest days. London also highlights a neat trick of Rutherfurd's: He reveals how the city is built the way it is, how certain streets got their name, the hidden highways and byways that have been covered over or built upon, and the geological and geographical oddities that made London what it is today.

New York

I cannot tell you how much I loved this book – and to this day I find myself telling people about the history I learned while reading it. Again, like the other books above, this is far from a dry schoolbook, but a larger-than-life adventure on the island of Manhattan. From American Indians to the Dutch, German, and Irish immigrants who moved in and took over, the people are the focus of this book that entertainingly gives you insight into how New York grew, named its streets and boroughs, and became the amazing city it is today. I've reviewed this one in the past here.

Russka

It has been said that to know a country you must know its people. Rutherfurd obviously took that to heart with this book, a look at close to 2,000 years of Russian history. From roaming ancient tribes, to lowly serfs, to idealistic revolutionaries, Russka showcases the contradictory and contrary people that make up this vast country.

The Forest

To the south of Sarum is a vast wood that has been the scene of an astonishing amount of history. Known as the New Forest, it runs right to the sea that has also been the focus of commerce, war, and invasion. Beginning with the suspicious death of William the Conquerer's son, and running right through the Spanish Armada, Jane Austen, Nelson's war, and more, The Forest gives us insight to the land and sea that make England an amazing island.

The Princes/Rebels of Ireland

These are actually two books, Princes first and then Rebels, that focus on the history of Ireland and its people. These were not two of my very favorites, but they are still good reads from Rutherfurd.

And then there is Paris.

I love the city of Paris so much that I was impatiently anticipating this book. Maybe that makes the disappointment that much greater. The general gist of why I don't like Paris is exactly why I love Rutherfurd's other books so much: The history. In his previous books, Rutherfurd told his tales in chronological order, patiently building your understanding and knowledge of the area and the families. In Paris, he jumps around like a flea, back and forth through time, leaving the reader not only confused but also not really engaged with any particular character. The second major flaw? He leaves out those details that I loved so much: How was this street named? Why was that cathedral built on just that site? Which king caused that monument to be built? How did the windows at La Sainte-Chapelle survive? Instead, it's all Eiffel all the time, as if there are no other sites or settings in Paris worth talking about. How disappointing. So I'll go back to waiting, and hoping that Rutherfurd is back on his game in the next book.