Book News: Girl in Translation Chosen as One of “Top 30 Books for 2010″ by Woman and Home Magazine

Love the cover! Perfect color of blue, and the pencil chignon is both exotic and academic. This cover sells the book really well, both for adults and YA readers.

Exciting book news today!  Our friend Jean Kwok’s first novel Girl in Translation has recently received another kudo to add to her growing list of great reviews and “best of” lists, which includes being a NYT extended bestseller, a Barnes and Noble “Discover Great New Writers” pick, an Indie Next List pick by independent booksellers of the American Booksellers Association, and a Blue Ribbon pick for all of the following clubs: Book of the Month, Doubleday, Literary Guild, Large Print, the Lifestyle Clubs, Rhapsody and Book of the Month Club 2 (Kwok).  Girl in Translation has just been listed as one of the “Top 30 Books for 2010″ by Woman and Home magazine, one of my favorite fun reads to enjoy while traveling or with a glass or cup of something relaxing.  The editors’ call it a “Superbly written and observed coming-of-age novel” (“Top 30 Books for 2010″).  If you haven’t read Jean’s book yet, you are in for a treat:

“When Kimberly Chang and her mother emigrate from Hong Kong to Brooklyn squalor, she quickly begins a secret double life: exceptional schoolgirl during the day, Chinatown sweatshop worker in the evenings. Disguising the more difficult truths of her life—the staggering degree of her poverty, the weight of her family’s future resting on her shoulders, her secret love for a factory boy who shares none of her talent or ambition—Kimberly learns to constantly translate not just her language but herself, back and forth, between the worlds she straddles (Girl in Translation).”

Kimberly’s story is a quintessentially American one that draws in echoes of Dickens’ gritty factory scenes, Cinderella-cruel characters, and even the sweet sounds of a violin being played to a little girl in the dark that immediately reminded me of the Little House on the Prairie books.  It is Kimberly and her mom against the world, and Jean’s amazing ability to describe Kimberly’s English to Chinese mistranslations  is one of the real strengths of her narrative.  It helps the reader share Kimberly’s confusion, her frustrations and, ultimately, her triumphs, rooting for her all the way.

In addition, Jean just published an article for The Mail on Sunday, “The Sweatshop Was My Second Home: How One Woman Escaped the Poverty Trap”, an autobiographical piece where, for the first time, she shares with her readers in-depth details about her life as a gifted little girl who was also a Chinese immigrant, lived in condemned housing in Brooklyn and worked at a sweatshop in Chinatown after school in order to help support her parents and three older brothers.  Jean’s personal story is the backbone of her novel and as American-Dream as you can get, a hard-scrabble immigrant life at home while at school her work ethic, talent and intelligence enable her to master English and then soar academically, ultimately landing her at Harvard where she still managed to work four jobs to support herself.  She graduated with honors in American and English Literature, but focusing her studies on the humanities and becoming an author wasn’t the traditional way to succeed in the Chinese community, particularly for a young woman.  She describes why she bucked conventional careers in “financially secure careers” that are highly sought after and concentrated on her writing instead:

“I felt it was important to write about the world I had seen – most children who work in sweatshops grow up to be adults who work in sweatshops. The ones who do manage to leave that world usually choose financially secure careers – medicine, engineering, accountancy – not writing. The one question people always ask me when they hear about my novel is: could it really happen in America? My answer is ‘Yes’.

Although most of the clothing factories in Chinatown have now moved back to China, there is still no shortage of low-wage labour. I am certain that many immigrants still work incredibly hard day and night, many with children in tow, simply to make ends meet” (“The Sweatshop Was My Second Home”).

The article in the Mail joins the flood of interviews, book signings, radio shows, photo shoots and conference appearances Jean has been participating in on her whirlwind tour of the States and the UK promoting her novel.  I have been following her press via her posts on Facebook and it has been fascinating to watch Jean blaze her trail through the publishing and bookselling world.  The poignant piece of Jean’s success is that her brother Kwan, brilliant in his own right and her “biggest fan”, was killed in a plane accident in 2009, but it is a comfort to know that he got to read a proof of his kid sister’s story before he died and that his encouragement of Jean’s writing enabled her to share with all of us who read Girl in Translation.

In the spring, Jean was gracious enough to make sure the HS Library received 10 Advanced Reading Copies of her novel, which I promptly and enthusiastically shared out to my teacher colleagues and high school students to take home this summer to read and enjoy.  There will also be plenty of copies of Jean’s book available when school starts in two weeks because we are looking forward to having Jean, her busy speaking schedule permitting, come and visit our school this Fall…the great news for us is that she lives so close in nearby Voorschoten.  We can’t wait to welcome her to ASH!

Rainy Day Reading:Corduroy Mansions by Alexander McCall Smith

US Edition Cover, great puppy although I do love the British cover's woodcut-look with the Corduroy Mansions coat of arms...

What’s not to love about a chilly, rainy July Saturday in the Netherlands?  Well, it may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but for me, this weather is a gift, a full on English Breakfast with whole milk and two sugars cuppa.  I feel the cool breeze and absolute lack of sun and smile from under the duvet knowing that I have many good reasons to stay home, read in my pajamas (it is my job, after all, to read), and let Aaron walk Arthur Barker and eventually make brunch.  My to do list hums its way through my mind as I stretch and yawn, first I’ll read a little, then work on my Moodle course, then blog a little…for such a very cosy and domestic day, I ignore for the moment the other books I have going, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet and The Red Pyramid, and choose my new copy of Corduroy Mansions, the first installment in Alexander McCall Smith’s recent series, begun as a serial novel for The Daily Telegraph in September 2008.  I want to relax and laugh with some new characters as they ramble through their London lives, so this is the perfect read for this perfectly gray day.

I’ve already met and, as expected, become fond of the main characters as the series opens, William the 51-year old widower wine merchant and his friend Marcia the caterer who has her eye on William as a “prospect”. They are hatching a scheme to get William’s 24-year old, “dreadful”, indolent son Eddie to finally move out of his father’s flat.  Their plot involves time-sharing a Pimlico terrier named Freddie de la Hay, a dog that resembles a Jack Russell terrier or any other little terrier you might imagine.  This was Martha’s great idea, again she sees William as a future “more-than-a-friend”, so getting the son out of the way is a solid first step towards the possibility of “something more”.  Eddie, as it happens, is terrified of all dogs big or small, plus dogs tend to make him sneeze and itch if they lick him.  This particular dog has been blessed with owners who only really want a part-time dog.  William isn’t sure he wants to try the dog-scheme at all.  The Pimlico Terrier option is perfect.  What could possibly go wrong?

William and Eddie live in the top floor flat of a four-story, down-at-heel yet not-quite-shabby mansion block surlily nick-named Corduroy Mansions by a disgruntled person at some point in the past and then was forever after known as Corduroy Mansions.   The first floor flat is shared by four young women, each with her own quirky lifestyle and odd circle of acquaintances.  Jenny works as the PA for a rather nasty politician named Oedipus Snark, an MP who offends everyone he meets and has an annoying habit of ending sentences with “See?” as in “Did you get it?”.  Through Jenny we meet Oedipus’s mother, Berthea Snark, who detests her son just a little bit more than he detests his voters.  Back at the flat, Caroline, clad in sweaters and pearls, is studying Fine Arts at the Sotheby’s Instiutute and hoping to live the lifestyle that the degree requires, namely one full of money and leisure.  Dee is a holistic medicine junky, hooked on vitamins and self-diagnosis and not afraid to diagnose others. The fourth roommate, Jo, likes to go paintballing in Essex on the weekends.  The ground floor flat is home to an accountant named Mr. Wickramsinghe who keeps to himself and puts fresh flowers in a vase in the entry hall.  There’s definitely a story there as well, so there’s a lot to look forward to this afternoon!

The Daily Telegraph has a wonderful online world for Corduroy Mansions, including a summary of book one which I’m going to ignore until I’ve finished the novel, and the complete second novel in the series, The Dog Who Came in From the Cold with both text, illustations and audio chapters read by Andrew Sachs.  There’s a Facebook community for the series, interviews with McCall Smith, character summaries, reviews and, of course, loads of further reading from the Telegraph’s Expat book club and latest book news.  Lots to enjoy on a rainy day!

Screen capture from The Daily Telegraph

Women, Food and God: An Unexpected Path to Almost Everything by Geneen Roth

Knowing that it’s about food and not about the food at the same time and doing something about that is the thought-provoking message of Geneen Roth’s latest book, Women, Food and God: An Unexpected Path to Almost Everything.  I found a copy prominently displayed at the front of the American Book Center in The Hague, and when I saw Anne Lamott’s quote on the cover, I thought I’d give it a read.  Turns out it was a huge Oprah self-help title at the same time, which I didn’t know until I had finished reading it and went online to read more about Roth and her writing.

Roth tells us to remember two things, to eat what we want when we’re hungry and to feel what we feel without stuffing those feelings down with food (I think instead of “food” you could also substitute any other problem drug or behavior here, also works)  (101).  Simple, right?  She reminds us that that is the way we ate naturally when we were, oh, four-years-old.  Eat when hungry, push plate away (sometimes violently) when we were done.  And then go do something else that made us simply glad to be alive.

To help describe the behaviors that accompany what Roth refers to as the natural way of eating, since many of us as adults have incredibly distorted notions of what hunger is and is not, Roth created 7 guidelines which seem pretty easy to understand and do until you realize you aren’t allowed to veg out with a bag of chips in front of the book/magazine/TV/movie screen anymore:

1.  Eat when you are hungry.
2.  Eat sitting down in a calm environment. This does not include the car.
3.  Eat without distractions. Distractions include radio, television, newspapers, books, intense or anxiety-producing conversations or music.
4.  Eat what your body wants.
5.  Eat until you are satisfied.
6.  Eat (with the intention of being) in full view of others.
7.  Eat with enjoyment, gusto and pleasure (211).

To make this work day after day, Roth gently insists that we need to first understand that our “relationship with food is a direct path to coming home after a lifetime of being exiled” (26).  That sense of home, of reunion with ourselves, Roth likens to finding God after losing our way.  According to Roth, God is in the present moment where there is all the food, love and acceptance we need to be content.  We can eat whatever we want, whenever we’re hungry, and stop joyfully when we’re satisfied.  Not full, satisfied.  We can lay our criticisms and doubts to rest once and for all and begin to live our lives full of joy and thanksgiving for the food and love and forgiveness we deserve. Women, Food and God isn’t about losing weight per se.  It’s really about coming to terms with living in the present moment, re-learning to listen to our bodies and re-focus our minds on the here and now.  All the tools you need to  “stop bossing yourself around” (104) about your weight are here, as well as mindfulness techniques that women and men can use to let feeling come and go as they occur without abusing the escape-hatch of compulsive eating or other numbing behaviors:

“…what we believe about food and eating is an exquisite reflection of all our beliefs.  As soon as the food comes out, the feelings come out.  As soon as the feelings come out, there is an inevitable recognition of the self-inflicted violence and suffering that fuel any obsession.  And on the heels of that recognition come the willingness to engage with and unwind the suffering rather than be its prisoner.  The exquisite paradox of this engagement is that when the suffering if fully allowed, it dissolves.  Weight loss occurs easily, naturally.  And without the self-inflicted pain and the stories about what is wrong, what’s left is what was there before they began:  our connection to meaning and that which we find holy” (12).

I will confess that the hardest rule for me was the “Eat without distractions.” What?!  That means no eating while reading anything, preparing for anything, avoiding anything, no eating on the couch in front of the TV, no pigging out on popcorn at the movies, no eating in the car on a road trip…hmmm.  Well, I did call it pigging out at one point.  And you know what?  These rules are working for me, keeping me centered on when I’m actually hungry and when I’m feeling…bored, nervous, tired, overwhelmed…so far, so good.  I recommend this to anyone who is struggling habits they’d like to break, whether food, drink, too much TV, any escape hatch that has outlived its purpose.

Do I Have Time to Re-Read The Lace Reader?

Wow!  Now I have to decide when to re-read The Lace Reader after reading the ending…it fabulously throws the entire book into a new light.  Books starring twins are such psychologically riveting stories, this idea of two people who complete each other based on the seemingly simple mechanics of biology.  I think I’ll create a Resource List for my readers at the HS Library for Twin Fiction.  I look forward to the next book Brunonia Barry writes!  She’s definitely on my “authors to watch” list.

Mental Floss: The 25 Most Powerful Books of the Past 25 Years

mental floss magazine cover

March-April 2009 mental_floss Cover

We started subscribing to Mental Floss in my high school library a couple years ago.  My sister-in-law brought a copy with her from the States when they came to visit us in The Netherlands and left it in the bathroom.  Perfect place for it.  However, I thought the short, snappy articles would work great in a library as well.  It was clearly the right kind of nerdtastic read for my students who have already memorized the Guinness Book of World Records, chuckled appreciatively over the Darwin Awards series and read out-loud to their friends the convictions and incriminating evidence supplied by the Smoking Guns’ The Dog Dialed 911.  The fact that I now know that John Green, author of Looking for Alaska and new author-friend, also writes for Mental Floss just confirms its relative genius.

The March-April 2009 issue stars 25 books that they think shook the cultural bedrock over the past 25 years.  My mission:  To read the article and see how many of these milestones I’ve read (in bold) or want to read.  Here goes:

1.  And the Band Played On by Randy Shilts (1987) – Thinking about this title, I began to rifle through my mind’s late 1980s card catalog of “Books Read When”, asking myself where was I and what was I reading.  In 1987 I was a junior in college in Oxford, Ohio, and AIDS wasn’t going to hit my personal radar until a couple years later, December 1989, when the AIDS Memorial Quilt came to Miami University and I volunteered to help with the event along with my boyfriend at the time (now my husband).  So while I didn’t read Shilts’ book, I was involved in the activism that was part of his writing.  I had almost forgotten about the specifics of this time in my life.  I have let my friend Andy, who was my first openly gay friend, slip away and he was one of the reasons why I wanted to volunteer.  I couldn’t quite remember when the quilt visited Oxford, luckily my librarian’s heightened googlogical skills found the reference in Miami University’s Digital Archive, the Miami Student Newspaper Collection.  Blogging and Facebook are spiralling me back and forth and back again in my personal history, bringing me people and places I thought were lost to me.  But I digress.

2. Maus by Art Spiegelman (1991) – I am a huge fan, both personally and professionally, of graphic novels.  Maus, which won a special Pulitzer Prize in 1992, is the one I pull out when I want to have some award-winner clout behind me while I argue for the importance of the comic format, for example when I’m talking to skeptical English Department Heads or scowling parents who think comics are all Snoopy or superhero-filled and a waste of time.  I bring it to the table for a variety of reading projects at school:  Memoir genre study for 8th Grade E-Stories classes where they write their own graphic novels, the English 9 Memoir project where students select a Memoir as an independent read, and as part of a recent Facing History assignment “Personal Account: Memoir Study and Reflection” for their study of the Holocaust.  My first exposure to serious comic reading:  my boyfriend’s (now husband) comprehensive, plastic-sleeved collection of Excalibur comics.  My first success in helping to bring a graphic novel to a syllabus:  Persepolis for English 9 here in The Netherlands.

3.  Listening to Prozac by Peter D. Kramer (1993) – Never read it, just living with the cultural consequences as we all are.  Here a pill, there a pill, everywhere a pill-pill. Suddenly I realize that this list is already pretty idiosyncratic in scope.

4.  Thinking in Pictures by Temple Grandin (1995) -  This woman is one of my unsung heroes, unsung in that I admire her work so intensely, yet I haven’t promoted her books as much as I should and will.  I began reading her book Animals in Translation: Using the Mysteries of Autism to Decode Animal Behavior but found it so moving I had to put it down for a while.  With all the recent media coverage of the horrors of factory farming, in part thanks to Michael Pollan’s The Omnivore’s Dilemma, and the way meat is manufactured around the world and particularly in the States, reading about her work developing humane meat processing facilities that reduce animal suffering fills me with gratitude.

5.  Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich (2001) – I read this book not so long after my husband and I returned from living abroad in Vienna, Austria, and each of us worked retail jobs while we mourned our lost European lives.  It was tough to pay rent even with two hourly incomes and we immediately started racking up credit card debt, even taking out a loan for a tiny Ford Escort hatchback at a dealership that tried to sell us rust-proofing and a fancy cellphone service while the car paperwork was typed up.  As they trooped us around the sales floor, I wanted to shout them down into their pleather chairs, “We’re buying a crappy little Escort with a 100% loan…how much money do you think we have?”  Aaron worked at Lazarus, a large department store where he sold men’s clothes and I went to Borders Books and Music where I spent more money than I earned on books and music.  I appreciated Ehrenreich’s experiment, and I particularly shuddered when she described how the Merry Maids operate with one bucket of filthy water to clean an entire house in something like an hour, but she bailed herself out of the working-poor mess too many times for me to completely buy into her process.  According to Mental Floss, the Living Wage Campaign used the book to lobby Congress to increase the minimum wage, but the $7.25 that will go into effect in the summer of 2009 still isn’t enough.

6. Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer (1997) - Really? One of the 25 Most Powerful Books of the past 25 years?  Really?  Man climbs mountain, does not die on descent. Thrilling, yes, but I’m failing to see the massive cultural implications of his climb and the Mental Floss editors don’t convince me.

7. The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie (1988) – Free speech advocates around the world rallied to this novel, including Stephen King who, according to the article’s author Rosemary Ahern, “threatened to withdraw his books and promised that other best-selling author would do the same” if the big chain bookstores pulled the Verses from their shelves.  That’s almost, but not quite enough, to make me consider reading it now.  btw Stephen King appears later on the list which is pretty righteous.

8.  Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides (2002) – The premise of an intersexed protagonist who remains true to himself is still as intriguing to me today as it was when it first came out.  Must read.

9.  The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho (1988) – Unread by me, beloved by my high school students at the international school where I work in The Netherlands. The article has a photo of him covered in translations of his book, and it is worth considering reading, not only because it is a quest story about finding your greatest treasure within yourself, but also because he was one of the first people to offer his work online in translation for free in order to spark interest in his writing and to sell more print editions of his books (Ahern 44).

10.  The Easy Way to Stop Smoking by Allen Carr (1985) – Non-smoker, so non-reader of this one.  But I enjoyed reading the justification for including it on this list.  Odd, odd list.

11.  A Perfect Spy by John le Carré (1986) – This selection is clearly stretching the “most powerful” rubric to its limit.  Clever and fascinating as it must be, I have to think there is a gleeful Mental Floss editor cum le Carré fanboy somewhere in a basement office or “bunker” shaking their skinny white fists shouting “Justice is served!”

12.  What is the What by Dave Eggers (2006) – I worked at a middle school in Upstate New York in 2005 that hosted a group of Lost Boys for a couple of days, and I was stunned by their gripping stories and their patience working with our eighth graders.  There was a passionately committed English teacher there, Gertrude, who made those types of exeperiences happen for her students and I so admire her for her work.  They were beautiful young men, many who had lost their families or who feared that they had lost their families.  I don’t know which is worse.  The serendipity of the founder of the Lost Boys Foundation reading Eggers’ work, asking him to get involved and the “beautiful friendship” that happened between him and Valentino Achak Deng is moving just reading the blurb in the article.  My heart sings when I read at the bottom that Eggers has received no money for the book, that it all is going to Deng’s education fund and to rebuild his village, including a school and a public library (Ahern 46).

13. On Writing by Stephen King (2000) – Fantastic read.  Powerful for writers and readers and folks who think they’ve hit rock bottom but survive.  The excerpt of his first drink on a school trip was used in our grade 9 English classes for their memoir unit.  Jump in anywhere and you are immediately pulled into King’s world where reading and books, any books and any reading, are valued and celebrated.  His descriptions of what it takes to write and be a writer are clear and encouraging, the main point being have a room with a door and be willing to close it (King, On Writing, 155).

14.  The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami (1994) – It’s only within the past couple of weeks that I’ve started to pay attention to Murakami’s writing, and that’s because I have a Dutch student named Dirk who asked me to order all his books.  Any adult author that inspires that kind of intense interest in a teenage male makes me curious enough to invest the time to see what all the fuss is about.  Then again, this novel, billed by Mental Floss as a “Chandleresque detective story” set in Manchuria during WWII, sounds intriguing enough on its own (Ahern 47).

15.  The Known World by Edward P. Jones (2003) – A novel about freed slaves turning around and owning slaves themselves sounds painful and necessary to read.

16. Harry Potter and the Sorceror’s Stone by J.K. Rowling (1998) – The world will never be the same now that we’ve entered Harry Potter’s world and children will, hopefully, never be underestimated as critical, enthusiastic readers.  When the Jetson’s showcased the unbelievable future where people would talk on video phones ala Skype, can it be too very far off in the future that we have actual Quidditch matches being played in the air?

17.  How Proust Can Change Your Life by Alain de Bottom (1997) – The Dutch love Alain de Bottom.  You can find his books everywhere in The Netherlands, both in Dutch and in English.  Status Anxiety and The Architecture of Happiness are on my shelves at home mostly due to book status anxiety, wanting to see what all the fuss is about.  Snippet essays are his style, and I find that I can dip into them for words of wisdom and clever observations and general brainiac musings, but to read an entire book in one go would make you as miserable as, well, as Proust.

18.  The Bonfire of the Vanities by Tom Wolfe (1987) – Ugh, this book is massive and off-putting no matter how revered by Mental Floss.  Bright Lights, Big City for the pompous.  Ahern writes, “Bonfire is the quintessential novel of the 1980s culture of greed (49)”, what fun to devote hours more of my life to that era!  I sense the list is losing steam, although I sensed it earlier with the dubious The Easy Way to Stop Smoking entry.

19.  Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace (1996) – Speaking of massive and off-putting, at 1,079 pages full of “Americans hell-bent on amusing themselves to death”, I tried this one and could not figure out the hype or the praise.  I just wanted my life back, so most likely I grabbed a Barbara Michaels trashy gothic-thriller from the remainder stacks at Borders where I was working for $6.50 an hour and tucked in.

20.  The Unbearable Lightness of Being (1984) – Sexy, disturbing and mesmerizing.  All I can see when I think of it is Juliette Binoche and Daniel Day Lewis in the movie along with Lena Olin’s bowler hat burlesque, but I still remember the novel’s original power, the cold inevitability of the Soviet invasion in 1968 and the resulting Communist repression, the futility of trusting anyone.  Reading it again now after the fall of the Berlin Wall would be pretty interesting.

21.  Beloved by Toni Morrison (1987) – I remember where I was while I read this, at Cornell University working as a Residence Hall Director, reading it for African American History Month to prepare for a discussion with other staff members. I couldn’t put it down.  The book is haunting and haunted, a memorial to slavery and the unbearable choices human beings had to make, or thought they had to make, in order to survive.  A novel about regret and revenge and, ultimately, redemption.  A mother kills her child to save her from slavery.  A  daughter then haunts her mother, for punishment or love it is impossible to say for sure.  I finished it and as I sat on the couch with tears slipping down my face I thought to myself, I want to remember reading this right here, right now.

22. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood (1985) – Books I will never forget include The Lord of the Flies and The Handmaid’s Tale.  Both left scars from reading them, and I think of them in similar ways although they are stories from two ends of a spectrum, the one where civilization disappears and the other where civilization fails.  The Handmaid’s Tale is the portrait of world where humans are clutching at straws to bring themselves back from the brink of destruction, a dystopian warning of the peril we face as a species if we don’t watch the chemicals and drugs that we are ingesting and letting loose on the earth.  In her grim vision, women bear the brunt of ecological disaster by being forced into sexual slavery based on their ability to conceive.  This future, like the Jetson’s video phone, doesn’t seem that unimaginable anymore.  I can still see the images from the religious compounds in the backwaters of the United States where young women and girls dressed in old-fashioned outfits are married off three or four or more at a time to old men spouting hellfire and brimstone.  If you need reminding, Mental Floss has a photo in the article for reference.  The future is getting closer all the time.

23.  Freakonomics by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner (2005) – Fascinating, often hilarious stories where the authors “use financial theories to show why people behave badly” (51).  I can’t think of another economics book that I’ve read for fun.

24.  Eats, Shoots & Leaves by Lynn Truss ( 2003) – One of my linguist husband’s favorite books.  I actually bought him the illustrated, special edition for his very own.  There’s a picture book version out now, I think I’ll start with that one and move up from there.

25.  The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell (2000) – Another one of my husband’s reads.  Does it count if he reads it in bed and I glance over from time to time?  Or that he reads it out loud to me whether I want to hear it or not?  Now that the “tipping point” is such a cultural catch-phrase, I wonder if it’s a respectable life goal to become one of his so-called information “mavens”, sharing information and helping people solve their problems…hang on, that’s what good librarians do!  Hurrah! Mavens rule!

The percentage of books I’ve read from this list is 8/25 or 32%, which does not include books that I have received into my memory either through impromptu, often unwanted late night readings or direct psychic connections with my husband.  That I’ve read a third of the titles by myself from a list that, let’s face it, was created from the same pool of brains that publishes such meaty tidbits as “Lamb Spared the Axe Because of Ridiculous Proportions” definitely gives me pause.