Friday, July 16, 2010

Book review: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society


My mother-in-law lent me her copy of this book when I was last visiting her in March.  We have since then organized a little book club that includes my two cousins (see their blogs here and here), my sister, my mom and my mother-in-law.  The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society was the second book we read together.

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society is an epistolary novel which means it's a novel of letters.  (Don't worry I didn't know what epistolary meant either until our book club meeting when my literary cousin mentioned it.)  When I first thumbed through the book I thought, how could a plot actually develop through only letters?  But miraculously it does! 

The book begins in London post World War II with Juliet Ashton writing to her publisher and dear friend Sidney pondering what her next book should be about.  Soon she finds herself corresponding regularly with members of the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.  (It is an interesting name for a book club to be sure and the story of how the society got it's name is a good one!) Through these letters Juliet unravels the story of Guernsey during the German Occupation.

For those of you that don't know Guernsey is part of the Channel Islands that sit in the English Channel between Britain and France.  After reading this book I am anxious to travel there. 

This book is filled with inspiring and inspired characters.  Some can't help but make you laugh, some make you think deeply, and some you want to just punch in the face.  Being a book about a literary society there is glorious talk about books some of which I had never heard of but are now waiting for me at the library to be read soon.  If your looking for a fun summer read I highly, highly recommend this book.

Here are a few quotes from The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society to peak your interest:

"It was a sad wrench to part with the Selected Essays of Elia.  I had two copies and a dire need of shelf-room, but I felt like a traitor selling it... I wonder how the book got to Guernsey?  Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers.  How delightful if that were true."

"Reading good books ruins you for enjoying bad books."

"It seems to me the less [Shakespeare] said, the more beauty he made. Do you know what sentence of his I admire the most?  It is 'The bright day is done, and we are for the dark.'  I wish I'd known those words on the day I watched those German troops land, plane-load after plane load of them - and come off ships down in the harbor!  All I could think was damn them, damn them, over and over.  If I could have thought the words 'the bright day is done and we are for the dark,' I'd have been consoled somehow and ready to go out and contend with circumstance - instead of my heart sinking to my shoes."

"Then she said, 'It would have been better for her not to have such a heart.' Yes, but worse for the rest of us."

"This obsession with dignity can ruin your life if you let it."

"The story is about to begin, and every day with be a new piece of plot."



What good books are you reading?

List Four: Things I'm afraid of as an adult


1. Changing lanes on the highway.

2. Worms (although the compost bin is helping me with that.)

3. Having the sheets tucked tightly around my body.  No snug in like a bug in the rug for me, thank you!

4. Throwing up.  I haven't thrown up since I was ten, let's hope that was really the last time.

5. Strange noises in the night.

6.  Loud thumps during the day.  (Birds seem to fly right into our big windows in the living room especially during the summer.)

7. Not being good enough.

8. Touching slimy sea creature at the aquarium... (look at my face, I'm desperately trying to be okay with it.  For some reason the sea cucumbers and sting ray are the worst!)

9. Those moments when I know that I can't hide and am going to have to be truly honest about myself.

10. My dad not seeking medical help for his legs.

11. The mole on the back of the right arm.

12. Being alone on a dark city street at night.

13.  Fear that my experience two years ago will happen again.

It seems fitting to stop with 13 although now that our anniversary is August 13th thirteen doesn't scare me.  What things are you afraid of?

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Little Byrd Vintage

Images from: littlebyrdvintage 
This little Esty shop seems to be curated just for me!  Beautiful antique books, home goods, and lots of little birds.  Perhaps I shouldn't be sharing this great find with you after all, otherwise you might steal some of the beautiful things from me!  Do you have a favorite Esty shop?

Found vis elephantine