I thought it was time to reread Peyton Place because I hadn’t read it in years–I couldn’t remember how long. But I found that I remembered it too well to thoroughly enjoy it again, and that’s why I decided to give away this book, which I read 3 or 4 times years ago. This is a Book-of-the-Month Club facsimile of the first edition of this classic novel of scandalous secrets. It looks great on the shelf but is lightweight for carrying around with you.
Giveaway is open to anyone with a United States mailing address. To enter, leave a comment on this article. One entry per reader, even if you have multiple comments. Winner will be selected by a random drawing on March 1, 2017.
Peyton Place is the story of a small New England town and dozens of its inhabitants, many of whom have secrets: past decisions they regret, plots to deceive each other, or unacceptable yearnings. Set in the late 1930s through the 1940s, published in 1956, it vividly evokes a society with strict taboos and enormous fear of gossip. The character development and dialogue are excellent, and the scene-setting prose really pulls you into each moment. The book became famous because it was so shocking by 1950s standards, but it’s become a classic because it’s really a compelling story!
Trigger warnings: Murder. Incest. Abortion. Gruesome poverty. Profanity and hostile language. Sexy teenagers. Lewd jokes.
Now, on to the six new books I’ve read in the past few months!
The Bronze King by Suzy McKee Charnas
Tina is on her way to school in Manhattan when she hears an explosion in the subway station. She decides to take a bus instead. Nobody’s heard anything about any explosion, and she wouldn’t think any more of it, except that her tuna sandwich is mysteriously missing. Next day, her sneakers are missing. Then it’s a statue in the park, then her bathroom medicine cabinet–and then she’s assaulted by a guy on a skateboard whose jacket says Prince of Darkness. Tina remembers her grandmother’s advice to “make a wish by running water and seal it with silver,” and she wishes the statue would come back and set things right. Then she meets a mysterious subway fiddler and a semi-annoying boy, and together they save the world from doom!
No Impact Man by Colin Beavan
I’ve now fulfilled my pledge not to read this book until I could get a used copy for free–thus, no impact. I heard about Colin Beavan’s attempt to change his family’s lifestyle to zero environmental impact when he was doing it in 2007, but because I’d been on the greener-living journey for about 17 years at that point, I figured there would be no surprises for me in his blog or the book he wrote after completing the year. I was wrong.
You see, I was raised in a family (and Girl Scout movement) that valued “using resources wisely,” so I always was thinking about it to some extent, and then I started gradually trying one thing after another to conserve more and produce less waste. It’s been a very gradual and mostly comfortable journey. Colin Beavan, and even more so his high-fashion, grew-up-rich wife Michelle, started with a carelessly wasteful lifestyle and suddenly tried to change everything really quickly. They tried things I never have, like living without electricity. They had to learn skills I picked up as a child and have never set aside for any length of time, like cooking from raw ingredients. Their insights and personal growth are really impressive.
The experiment began with Colin waking up in the morning and realizing that he couldn’t blow his nose on a disposable paper product. He eventually realized the answer was handkerchiefs and that he could use cloths he already had. But by the time he figured that out, he’d realized that he’d been thinking of this project as a battle against his “selfish” needs and desires, but it was really about learning new habits that fulfill the same needs and desires.
What’s most remarkable about this story is the changes in what Colin and Michelle began to think of as rewarding, fun, and normal, especially those that came from tuning in to what their toddler was doing or from listening to their own minds instead of television. Although they didn’t continue the most extreme of their changes after the year ended, they made many permanent changes. Can one family’s choices really make a difference toward slowing global climate change? Here’s one of my favorite passages:
Just because our individual actions are not remembered doesn’t mean they’re not crucial. The straw that breaks the back requires all the rest of us straws. The domino that begins the domino effect requires each of us to be in line for the chain reaction to take place.
The one thing I don’t get about this book is the author’s hostility toward the many people who asked him what he used instead of toilet paper and his refusal to answer that question. He seems to think people were asking with intent to portray his project as disgusting and crazy. Gosh, isn’t it possible that they were asking so that they could switch to this greener habit themselves? They can’t do that if you won’t tell them how! Well, don’t worry: I will tell you. (I’ll also tell you what his daughter used instead of disposable diapers and what his wife used instead of tampons. He didn’t mind putting those facts in the book….)
The Survivalist’s Daughter by Hazel Hart
Kindra is the sixteen-year-old daughter of homesteaders who live in an isolated mountain cabin, home-school her, and attend a very conservative church. She’s restless and wants to see more of the world, but her parents barely allow her to talk to the guy working at the general store. Suddenly, one morning, federal agents raid their home, kill her mother, arrest her father, separate Kindra from her one-year-old brother, and take her in for questioning about her father’s illegal gun sales. The grieving teenager so sheltered she’s never eaten fast food is suddenly plunged into the real world and the custody of relatives she never knew she had. The adults want to integrate her into the family’s everyday life by pretending everything’s normal and there’s no time to talk, but Kindra wants to understand why her father lied about her family and to find her brother and take care of him. She and her newfound sister hatch a plot that ends up having unintended consequences.
This exciting story really pulled me along, and many of the details were well-written and realistic. But some of the dialogue and characterization and plot points felt amateurish. The author teaches community college, and this book reads a lot like something somebody wrote for school–but an A+ effort!
Trigger warnings: Violent death of a parent. Otherwise, this is a surprisingly tame story considering the plot–scary ideas more than graphic scary action.
Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller
This interesting set of essays on Christianity comes from the perspective of a guy from Texas who barely knew his father and barely knew God, despite lifelong church attendance, but slowly things started to change, and now he’s been on a long road trip and lived in the woods with hippies and ended up in Portland, Oregon, where he spends a lot of time at the famously liberal Reed College. He’s become a Christian in a whole different way than he was before, and he’s still learning.
Throughout the book, I wondered how old the author is, because he writes in an innocent way that sounds young, yet he’s clearly had a lot of experiences. One of my favorite parts is the story of how he started tithing, giving 10% of his income to the church. It’s so much like my “magic penny” experience of quadrupling my contribution that it gave me chills. He does a great job of explaining the weird feelings of being a Christian “outside the safe cocoon of big Christianity” so that you find yourself explaining your beliefs, like this:
I believe in Jesus; I believe He is the son of God, but every time I sit down to explain this to somebody I feel like a palm reader, like somebody who works at a circus or a kid who is always making things up or somebody at a Star Trek convention who hasn’t figured out that the show isn’t real.
Wolfy & the Strudelbakers by Zvi Jagendorf
Wolfy Helfgott is a little boy when he and his parents, uncle, aunt, and cousin flee Nazi-occupied Vienna and settle in London–only to be bombed out in the Blitz and evacuated to a little seaside village. They return to London after the war, and Wolfy grows into a teenager juggling British everyday life with the demands of Orthodox Judaism and the eccentric customs of his family. Some of the chapters are from the perspective of other family members. As an adult, Wolfy–who’s now changed his name to Will Halfgo–travels to Israel to meet the other part of the extended family who fled Vienna, and he repeats the traditional cemetery visit that connects to so many threads of his past.
This book combines zany humor and eccentricity with deep grief and worry in the way only twentieth-century Jewish stories can. I’ll be thinking about these characters for a long time.
Oleander Girl by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
Korobi Roy is a college student in Kolkata, India, raised by her grandparents after both parents died. She’s engaged to marry her true love, Rajat Bose, whose parents own an art distribution business with a New York City gallery that’s struggling in the aftermath of 9/11. Everything seems perfect as Korobi and Rajat prepare to marry–but then Korobi has an argument with her grandfather, and later that night he suffers a fatal heart attack. Her grandmother now feels released from her grandfather’s insistence that they keep secret from Korobi the truth about her parents. When Korobi learns that her father is not Indian and may still be alive in the United States, she feels compelled to travel to find him. While she’s away, things go wrong for both the Roy and Bose families, both Korobi and Rajat are tempted by other people, and then Korobi discovers a terrible secret about the New York gallery and then learns that even her grandparents didn’t know all the truth about her parents.
I love this tensely plotted novel, thick with descriptions of Indian life both traditional and modern. It has so many plot twists yet never seems over-the-top.
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But then there was this dress, this sort of elegant party dress that I’d totally forgotten I ever owned. As best I recall, this is the story behind this dress: I was shopping for an outfit for a special event, a springtime event, and I wasn’t finding anything appropriate that fit me, but then in the downtown Macy’s this dress was marked down to an extremely reasonable price, like $20, and it fit so well that I bought it anyway. I thought that although it really wasn’t a springtime style, I could wear it to the event if I couldn’t find anything more suitable. But then I did find a nice springtime dress at another store, so I hung this one in the closet, thinking I’d wear it to some other special event in the future.
