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Jude's Holiday Recommendations

  • Posted on: 23 November 2013
  • By: readersbooks

On November 21st, Jude Sales delievered her annual AAUW holiday recommendations book talk. For anyone who wants to know the best books of this holiday season, here is Jude's complete list. Happy reading!

Fiction  hardcover

The Goldfinch—Donna Tartt

The Luminaries—Eleanor Caton

Longbourne—Jo Baker

Someone—Alice McDermott

The Circle—Dave Eggers

Enon—Paul Harding

The Lowland—Jhumpa Lahiri

Archangel—Andrea Barrett

Signature of all Things—Elizabeth Gilbert

 

Fiction paperback

The Dinner—Herman Koch

The Round House—Louise Erdrich

The Death of Bees—Lisa O’Donnell

Telegraph Avenue—Michael Chabon

The President’s Hat—Antoine Laurain

Harvest—Jim Crace

Dear Life—Alice Munro

John Saturnall’s  Feast—Lawerence Norfolk

Monument Road—Charlie Quimby

Non Fiction hardcover

Bully Pulpit—Doris Kearnes Goodwin

Book of Ages—Jill Lepore

One Summer, America 1927—Bill Bryson

Jack London, An American Life—Earle Labor

Junipero Serra—Steven W. Hackel

This is the Story of a Happy Marriage—Ann Patchett

Miss Anne in Harlem—Carla Kaplan

Empress, Dowager Cixi—Jung Chang

Falling Upwards—Richard Holmes

 

Non Fiction paperback

A History of the World in 100 Objects—Neil MacGregor

The End of Your Life Book Club—Will Schwalbe

The Patriarch—David Nasaw

Imperfect Harmony—Stacey Horn

All We Know—Lisa Cohen

Far From the Tree—Andrew Solomon

Lady Caterine, The Earl and the Real Downton Abbey—The Countess of Carnarvon

The Distancers—Lee Sandlin

Agatha Christie The Grand Tour—Mathew Pritchard ed.

Thinking—John Brockman ed.

 

Cooking/Food/Wine

Stone Edge Farm Cookbook—John McReynolds

Ottolenghi, The Cookbook—Ottolenghi and Tamimi

The Model Bakery Cookbook—Mitchell and Mitchell-Hansen

The Kinfolk Table—Nathan Williams

One Good Dish—David Tanis

The New California Wine—Jon Bonne

Mastering Fermentation—Mary Karlin

Sauces and Shapes—DeVita and Fant

Provence 1970—Luke Barr

 

Gift Books

Compendium of Collective Nouns—Woop Studios

Verve the Sound of America—Richard Havers

Sense and Sensibility, An Annotated Editon—Jane Austen

Emily Dickinson The Gorgeous Nothing—Werner Bervin

Lonely Planet’s Beautiful World

Diary of Edward the Hamster 1990-1990—Elia and Elia

Numero—Marion Bataille

Go—Chip Kidd

Freehand—Helen Birch

 

Children’s Picture Books

The Bear’s Song—Benjamin Chaud

The Silver Button—Bob Graham

The Tortoise and The Hare—Jerry Pickney

Captain Cat—Inga Moore

How to Train a Train—Jason Carter Eaton

Journey—Aaron Becker

Ike’s Incredible Ink—Brianne Farley

A Moose That Says Moooooooooo—Jennifer Hamburg

 

Middle Grade Fiction

Flora and Ulysses—Kate DiCamillo

Fortunately the Milk—Neil Gaiman

Wild Boy—Rob Lloyd Jones

Will in Scarlet—Matthew Cody

The Twistrose Key—Tone Almhjell

 

Young Adult Fiction

Reboot—Amy Tintera

The Paradox of Vertical Flight—Emil Ostrovski

Every Day—David Levtihan

Boy 21—Matthew Quick

The Extra—Kathryn Lasky 

Because Everybody Has to Be Somewhere

  • Posted on: 16 November 2013
  • By: readersbooks

John Boehner, the Republican Leader of the House, who always looks to me like he's about to weep, has just announced that his chamber will not be taking up the Senate's immigration bill this year. They only have a measly fifteen working days left, after all, and immigration is such a thorny subject, they wouldn't want to rush into it without a great deal of deliberation.

 

Still, I have to say I'm surprised by how cavalierly the immigration issue is being tucked under the rug. Oh I know Republicans think Democrats are playing a cynical game-that they don't care, that they only want those eleven million undocumented folks to become citizens so they'll vote the Democratic ticket. Eleven million new Democratic voters would certainly constitute a tidal wave, I'll give you that. But there are also some thoughtful Republicans out there who argue that the GOP is shooting itself in the foot. Latinos, they contend, are the largest contingent of the undocumented, and, in the long run, they're a far more natural fit with the Republican Party. As a group, they are hard-working, law abiding, church going, and their family values lean consistently toward more conservative views than liberal.

 

Right now though, the GOP seems to be running on the vapors of fear instead of hope; in the short term they're betting that if they can't deport them all, they can at least get reelected one more time by holding off the immigrant tide. The problem, however, is not the short term, but the long one. It turns out, many of those eleven million people are married and have families; there are now countless children (born in the USA children-Americans, in other words) growing up seeing their parents living in the shadows, treated differently, oppressed by lower wages, threatened by police. These things have consequences. How long, do you wonder, will it be before those countless children turn eighteen and start voting to redress the injustice felt by their parents? If your mother or father were treated poorly by one political faction or another, wouldn't you be angry? Wouldn't you want to do something?

It's already starting to happen. In places like Arizona and the Central Valley in California, the shifting demographics are making Republicans nervous about the election in 2014. There's even serious talk about turning Texas into a blue state by 2016. Mr. Boehner can count the votes among his own membership, and maybe he knows he won't get a majority of Republicans to support immigration reform this year. But now is now, and then is coming. You can bet on it, amigo.

Andy

Used Book Moratorium (and sale!)

  • Posted on: 11 November 2013
  • By: readersbooks

You may or may not be aware of this, but we have been inundated with used books and are now officially up to our eyeballs in gently read matter.  Therefore, it is with a heavy heart that we must declare a moratorium on used book trade ins, at least until January (don't even think about it during Christmas).  On the other hand, because we are so full, we've also put out a table of "half off used books"--which means if you're a used bookaholic, this is a golden opportunity. 

From Apples to Dates

  • Posted on: 11 November 2013
  • By: readersbooks

Once upon a time when I graduated from high school, my parents gave me a present: they sent me to Israel to work on a kibbutz for the summer. I was eager to go, or at least eager to get out of the confines of their adequate but boring tract home in Pasadena, as any eighteen year-old would be, and looking back on it now, I'm quite sure they were just as eager to be rid of me.

 

A kibbutz, for those of you unfamiliar, is an Israeli socialist experiment in living and working the land. Kibbutzim (that's the plural) were established in the Palestinian Mandate during the early part of the 20th century to prepare Jews for the task of running a state, also to give them an actual stake in their country-to-be. For hundreds of years in many parts of Europe Jews were not allowed to own land or farm; by law they did not belong, and the kibbutzniks aimed to reverse that tradition. I went to a kibbutz in the Galilee near the Golan Heights, a place called Kfar Hanassi, which translates to Village of the President, although I doubt that any president-Israeli or otherwise-ever spent much time there. The kibbutz had a sprinkling of folks from Poland, Austria and Argentina, I remember, but it was mainly populated by Jews from Britain and assorted British places-Wales, Zambia, Rhodesia, South Africa. Every afternoon at four o'clock things stopped and we all had tea. It was very civilized. The work was another matter: during my three month sojourn, I got up each morning before dawn to pick apples and plums and peaches, or sometimes I packed apples and plums and peaches. Oh, and then there was a period where I washed dishes every day for the four or five hundred stalwarts who lived there. We slept communally and ate communally, and I have to say, on the whole, it was a lot of fun. I came home imbued with a new and deeper sense of my heritage and a good fourteen pounds lighter (a condition my mother sought earnestly to correct).

 

A few months ago a group of tourists from Israel came into the bookstore, and in the course of things, I mentioned my time at Kfar Hanassi. I know that kibbutz well, one woman responded. You wouldn't recognize it today. When I talked about my time in the orchards picking apples and plums, she shook her head. They can't grow those things much anymore, she said. It's been dry for so long. Now they do dates.

 

I was shocked. It was such a garden of Eden when I was there. Had the climate changed that drastically in just fifty years? Apparently so. Which brings me to my larger point. When I was a lad fifty years seemed like an unimaginable span of time, but geologically speaking, it's barely a blink. And when we hear now of the polar ice cap melting, we all agree (most of us, anyway) that this is bad, but since very few of us have any connection to the North Pole it doesn't really resonate. This struck me, however. I can still remember that place the way it was. And I can't help but think that maybe until we all have such places in our memory, cherished places that no longer exist, it may be hard to do anything at all about global warming.

Andy

Use It Up, Wear It Out, Make It Do

  • Posted on: 2 November 2013
  • By: readersbooks

When I was in elementary school I had a close friend named Clifford. His father was an inventor--I believe he came up with an early device that measured the amount of water in the ground, but I can't recall anything else he might be famous for. The family wasn't rich; they had enough, I suppose, but they never went out to eat and they always seemed to wear the same clothes, year in and year out. Very utilitarian, and this was back in the 1950s, long before the ecology movement, probably even before "sustainability" appeared in Webster's dictionary. Anyway, Cliff and I went to school together, and after school we'd often sit around at his house and throw his ten cent balsa wood glider into the air and try to make it do loops. He also had a kind of pinball game of baseball: you pulled on the knob and it shot a round metal ball through a series of hoops and where it landed, well, that was either a single or a double or a home run or an out. Many happy hours were spent tugging at that knob and sending the little ball hither and yon. And then, when I graduated from the sixth grade he moved away and Clifford went from being a close friend to a distant memory.

 

He came to mind the other day, however, when I was dredging through our garage, which is stacked high with boxes from our old house. This is stuff that's been tucked away in storage for months-- clothes I will never wear again, books I couldn't bear to read, plates too ancient to soil or clean. In a word, I don't want this stuff. If I could, that is, if I wasn't restrained by the bonds of marriage and nostalgia, I'd gladly set a match to it all. Worse yet, I packed everything in so much bubble wrap that none of it is damaged or broken. It could be worth a fortune; it could also be worthless, and therefore, I have to choose: if it won't fit into our new digs there's Goodwill or the garbage can or the future garage sale. Hats, masks, games, shampoo, umbrellas, pictures and postcards from people I've long forgotten-my whole life comes gurgling up from these wretched boxes.

 

Clifford, I think, wouldn't have lived this way. He had his foibles, but they didn't seem excessive. I know this because years later, after I got my driver's license, I made a trek out to visit him and his family in their home. It looked very much like their old place. Cliff was older, but even at seventeen, he hadn't changed all that much in my eyes. What did astonish me though, was his possessions: he still had the pinball machine in his room and also-I know you won't believe this --the ten cent glider. And the pinball machine still worked, and damn!--the glider still flew. To his credit, however, Cliff said he didn't use them so much anymore. You know, there comes a time when even a kid must put down his toys and get on with life. That's the big lesson I took away that day.

 

Now, where did I put those matches?

Andy

There's a Word For It

  • Posted on: 1 November 2013
  • By: readersbooks

I'll readily admit it, I don't have any hard numbers to go by, and in any case, I habitually fly by the seat of my pants, but it feels to me like we're coming through an exceptionally tumultuous period. A banner year or two for some perhaps, but brutal years for many others. I think about Hurricane Sandy and all those tiny kids gunned down in Connecticut, not to mention the ones killed in the movie house in Colorado. I think about the noise and hatred surrounding President Obama and his health care initiative, of the arrogance and plain stupidity of some officials which led to the government shut down and 800,00 federal workers suddenly -needlessly in my view--thrown out of work. That's the news on the macro level; when you drill down, as they say, when you talk to individuals here in Sonoma, it seems like everyone knows someone who has very recently lost a job or a spouse or their home, or maybe all three.

 

I don't subscribe to the astrologic view which puts Mercury in retrograde and therefore there's nothing you can do about anything. Bad things happen, sure, but we are not helpless, no matter how the stars align.

 

Which brings me to my main point: since this has been such a dire time, our obligation as human beings is not to retreat into our shells, but to dig deeper, to do more to rebalance the scales of justice. I say justice and not charity, because I recall from my days in hebrew school that there was always a sharp distinction drawn between the two. In fact, Hebrew has no word that I know of for charity. Charity derives from the Latin, caritas, meaning love. When you practice charity, in other words, you give out of love. Which is fine, if that's the way you feel. But in my reality, very few people give a dollar to a homeless person because they love him. No, the reason for giving is because you see that you live in an unjust world, that bad things could happen to you and one day you could conceivably find yourself sitting slumped on a sidewalk with a cardboard sign. The word that's used most often for charity in Hebrew therefore,tzedaka, actually means justice. You give to help restore justice in the world; you give because it's wrong for some folks to dine on caviar while outside the gates, others starve.

 This year, in that spirit, we are commencing our annual Book Stars program on November 1st instead of the usual Thanksgiving. We'd like you to start thinking about all those kids in our community who don't have books to read, who may never have enough spare cash to buy a book of their own, and what you can do to rectify that situation. We're hoping that by starting early, more of you will donate and we will end the year with box loads of books for needy children in Sonoma Valley. For those of you unfamiliar with Book Stars, here's the deal: you buy a children's book (any children's book) and donate it back to us. We pack them in boxes and before Christmas we distribute them to charitable organizations in the Valley. La Luz, the Teen Pregnant Moms, etc. all have benefited in the past. They wrap the books and distribute them to the families they serve. For your generosity you get a warm, fuzzy feeling knowing you've helped a child discover the magic of books, you get your name and/or a star on our wall here at Readers' for every book you buy, and, on New Year's Day, at our annual party, we select two stars at random and award those lucky customers a $50 gift certificate to a certain bookstore I could name.

 

Call it charity. Call it justice. Call it whatever you like, but think of it as something you can do to make the world a better place. Then do it.  

 

Andy

World Book Night Sign-ups

  • Posted on: 27 October 2013
  • By: readersbooks

For the past two years we have been participating in World Book Night-- April 23rd--the one day a year when readers all over the country (and world) give away free copies of books to encourage non-readers to give reading a try. The list of books that will be available to 'gift' has been announced and the World Book website is now accepting applications for "givers".

We encourage you to look at www.us.worldbooknight.org to find out more about how you can become a 'book giver'. If you do sign up be sure to list Readers' Books as the store where you will pick up your box of books. Even if you don't think you want to give away free books take a look at the website and see the interesting list of books that will be offered. Excellent choices as there is something for everyone--how many have you read?

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