Reading “American Wife”

Recently finished this fabulous book by author Curtis Sittenfeld. Now I’m eager to read her others.

“American Wife” is a novel that runs from 1954 through 2007, about a lovely woman named Alice Lindgren. She is from a quintessential middle-American family, an only child raised by a banker and housewife in Wisconsin. The boy she believes would have been the great love of her life is killed in a bizarre accident during their high school years and she dreams of him throughout her life.

Alice is a solid woman, strong in her convictions, happy in her work as a librarian. Her best friend, Dena, grew up in the house across the street from her and they remain friends into their 30s. Then she meets Charlie Blackwell at a barbeque and her life takes a new direction.

The Blackwells are a wealthy, country club family that made their fortune selling meat products. Charlie’s father, Harold, the patriarch of the family, had also served as Wisconsin’s governor and the family is vocal in their Republican political beliefs. Although Alice is a Democrat, she and Charlie marry and they eventually end up in the White House.

This book is a good, long read at 555 pages, the type of saga that covers a gamut of issues from race to gay relationships to the very public visibility of political families. Here is an excerpt from the book, a thought by Alice that I thought summed it up quite well:

I have felt strongly since Charlie entered public office that my foremost duty is to take care of him, to be the one person he sees on a daily basis who’s not paid to agree or disagree with him, who really is just a friend. Is it startling, then, that I wasn’t altogether displeased by an event that would draw attention to my disagreement with his stance on a particular issue without my being the one who’d revealed our conflicting views?

curtis sittenfeld

I love that this young author won the Seventeen magazine fiction writing contest in 1992, at age sixteen. Her work has been published in publications such as The Atlantic Monthly, Salon and Glamour, and featured on public radio’s This American Life.

Visit her website at http://www.curtissittenfeld.com/

Happy Birthday, Slug Bug!

Happy Happy Birthday

to my Sweet

Slug Bug Sister!

Hope it’s Wonderful!!!

Happy Thanksgiving

Hope everyone has a warm, wonderful, safe, fun-filled Thanksgiving.

Tom says “Bye-bye, so long, farewell …”

Bird Burials

The in-laws have been in town for about a week now. My father-in-law (FIL) always brings me a bouquet of flowers. They’re gorgeous lilies that smell so wonderful.

Was sitting in the breakfast nook visiting with my mother-in-law (MIL) and we could hear the birds outside the window. She said they’ve talked about getting another pet bird — probably a canary to fill the house with singing. And this reminded her of when hubby and his two older siblings were little and would hold bird burials when one of their pets would die.

They were raised in parochial school and taught by nuns so this heavily influenced their play. The bird funeral would be a processional with Oldest Brother walking first, acting as the priest; then hubby (the Baby) as the pall bearer, carrying the bird in a shoe box; and, last but not least, Middle Sister walking along behind crying — the mourner. The unfortunate bird would be buried near the fence under the rose bushes.

Speaking of birds, in just two days we’ll be tucking into a big one for Thanksgiving dinner, which I am really looking forward to. I have always loved Thanksgiving and the ritual of  cooking the feast. There will be 9 or 10 of us this year and I have a 20-pounder to ensure several days of turkey sandwiches beyond the holiday. Yum!

Reading “When Crickets Cry”

So it seems the book club I’ve joined is not too serious. Out of 6 of us, only 2 actually read the entire book for this month, 1 had just about finished it and the other 3 didn’t even start it. But we drank 3 excellent bottles of wine (my favorite was Vampire Pinot Noir) and still managed to have a very nice discussion about it using questions from a reading group guide.

November’s selection, “When Crickets Cry” by Charles Martin, was sent to me for my birthday a few years ago by my middle sister. I absolutely loved it when I read it then and so suggested it as a good read. Couldn’t wait to read it again and it was just as good as I remembered it.

This story is about Reese, a man who is hiding from tragic events that occurred a few years earlier. He has remade himself with a carefully crafted but comfortable life and has a few close relationships, mainly his endearing brother-in-law, Charlie. The day he meets 7-year-old Annie, selling lemonade to raise money to help cover her medical bills and pay for a heart transplant, the new existence he’s created begins to slide out of his control.

charles martin

This book is just plain beautiful. Charles Martin always seems to include water in his books and this one is no exception. Set on the Tallulah River and Lake Burton in Georgia, Reese and Charlie refurbish boats and row together in the early morning hours. Martin’s words are so descriptive, you can smell and taste and envision the places and people he writes about. This story is full of medical jargon and some pretty exciting scenes revolving around transplants.

Published in 2006 with 336 pages, a website for a Reading Group Guide is also given that makes this especially good for book clubs. I would give this book 5 stars out of 5 and plan to re-read it many times over. Visit his website at http://charlesmartinbooks.com/

Lobster Tales and Other Fishy Stories

A few nights ago, Youngest Daughter came over for dinner and we ordered in sushi. Hubby was having spicy tuna roll that he had coated in a thick paste of wasabi and soy sauce. We have both fallen in love with wasabi — the hotter the better — when it wafts up your nose and makes your eyes burn and closes your throat for a minute. Good stuff!

So YD asks if she can taste his spicy tuna roll and, of course, he says “Yes” and offers her a piece. She picks it up with her chopsticks and I have to intervene at this point and tell her she may want to just take a small bite of it because the wasabi is hot. She looks at me for half a second and proceeds to cram the entire piece into her mouth. Let’s count … five, four, three, two, one … and she spits the whole thing out onto her plate and runs to the sink to rinse her mouth. She is 31 years old — when do you think she’ll start listening to me?

This reminds us of our visit to Foster’s, a nice seafood restaurant that used to be in Scottsdale. We took her to dinner there probably 5 or 6 years ago and she decides she wants lobster for the first time. I ordered lobster, too, because it’s one of my favorites and we put on our little plastic bibs and get ready to feast. The server brings out a platter and sets it in front of YD and she kind of shrieks. “It’s looking at me. I can’t eat that.” She didn’t realize that it came out whole with eyeballs and everything. Since this was the most expensive thing on the menu, we had to dismantle it for her and hide the disgusting parts so she could eat her dinner.

A friend once told us about taking his family to a nice Italian restaurant and when his daughter was served her dish of pasta, she screamed so loud the entire place stopped breathing. He asked her what was wrong and she replied (still very loudly), “There’s a bug in my food and it’s still alive.” “How do you know?” he asked her. And she said, with everyone listening, “Because it’s testicles are still moving!” Clearly, she meant tentacles. Got a good laugh.

And finally, Hubby and I took a vacation to Cape Cod. What a wonderful time. I’d highly recommend it. We were having lobster in a very nice restaurant, apparently seated directly under a vent that ran from the kitchen area. All of a sudden, this aroma comes wafting through the vent that smells suspiciously like — oregano — or would that be marijuana. Hubby calls the server over and says, “Smell that? I don’t think it’s on the menu.”

Wordless Wednesday – Ancestors

When hubby saw this photo of my ancestors, he said to me, "No wonder you act the way you do!" Haa!

Wordless Wednesday

Teaser Tuesdays – “American Wife”

I’m trying something new today that I’ve seen while visiting other blogs. Teaser Tuesdays is for readers who want to share a few sentences of what they’re currently reading …

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

My two “Teaser” sentences for today:

That morning, when he’d come to Itty-Bitty to find me for breakfast, I’d been awake and dressed, waiting for him, and as he’d entered through the screen door, he’d called, “Where’s my favorite lush?” and I’d said, “Charlie, I’m so sorry for my behavior last night,” and he’d said, “Only part you have to apologize for is getting me all horned up and then passing out, but I’ll take a rain check.” He’d leaned in to kiss me, and I’d felt the great relief of dating a man who does not hold a grudge, or at least not toward you (Simon had been the other way).

This excerpt is from page 239 of “American Wife,” written by Curtis Sittenfeld (who is, by the way, a woman) – 555 total pages, published in 2008.

Horsie Blanket

Note: D, if you don’t want to know what your baby shower gift is, don’t read this!

So my sweet friend that is having a baby boy soon is doing a western theme for the baby’s room. I decided I wanted to knit her a baby blanket and I’ve started three and ripped them out, not happy with what I was seeing. Then I found a horse head pattern (Giddy-Up Cloth designed by Amy-lynne Mitchell) through the dishcloth section of Knitting Pattern Central.com and started by making two horse squares, one brown, one beige. I am using worsted weight yarn with size 7 needles.

It seemed a little drab so I got a bright yellow skein of yarn and made a textured square with my favorite moss stitch. Then to tie them all together, I used all three colors and made a striped square that makes me think of a horse blanket that goes under a saddle. Here are the first four squares being blocked, although this is not the way they’ll be sewn together.

A total of 16 squares, four of each design/color, should be just right. I need to have this completed for her shower in December so I have a month to get it all knitted, seamed together and edged. I think it’s going to be so cute!

Man Cave Parties

A feature story about men “meating” for a new kind of home party was in the Arizona Republic recently. Click here to read the article.

These are home parties for men, started by a couple of guys in their twenties from Minnesota and Wisconsin, Nicke Beste and Kevin Carlow. You can visit their website at  http://mancaveworldwide.com. Says Beste, “It’s a good excuse to hang out with the guys, drink a few beers, eat some brats and, most importantly, learn some new techniques about grilling.” It’s a Tupperware party for men!

They sell beer, meat, grilling products, marinades, poker playing items and apparel. Who wouldn’t want this studly T-shirt with the Man Laws printed on the back? Here are a couple …

• Grilling, regardless of weather, is always the first choice for cooking.
• A man is permitted to build his “Man Cave” in anyway he wishes. However NO “Man Cave” shall ever include: A fridge incapable of holding a case of beer, “Fat Free” potato chips, and any variation of the color pink.

And, ladies, they do sell a few Gifts for Her like an Intimate Night Kit comprised of rose “pedals” (someone over there needs a dictionary to go with their spell-checker) and massage oil. Obviously, a lot of deep thought went into this category!

I’m sure every guy out there has been waiting with beer-bated breath to be a Man Cave Advisor and Host a “Meating.” Wouldn’t it be fun to be a fly on the wall …