book review: uglies

I didn’t love this book, and I likely won’t finish the series. It felt really weak and expected, considering the attention it’s gotten. People are comparing it to Hunger Games, so I’m just curious what they saw here that I didn’t. I laughed some reading it, but mostly I eye-rolled. And trust me, I am HERE for YA tropes and I am in for the overly obvious love triangle that these books require. But this didn’t do it. And I don’t believe that you can make a BFF you’re willing to die for in like 8 days when that person is cagey and deliberately standoffish.

The good takeaway was the hoverboard riding, and even after reading the whole book, I couldn’t really tell you how high the thing could go or what it looked like or any rules for operating. There was just a lot of journeying (why?) and endless angsty dialogue (bleh) and decisions made WAY WAY too fast with unclear motivation. Oh, and then desperate love after no conversation or connection whatsoever. Just like “then there was a boy and I am deeply in love with him and willing to sacrifice anything.” Is that what men think about teenage girls? Ew.

I’m being mean. Sorry. I just don’t understand book popularity. This concept is creative and has SO much cool potential, and yet this book was just not my jam.


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book review: american dirt

American Dirt came highly recommended by friends, and I read it over two days. The action was intense, and the book was emotionally painful to read. There was a lot of violence and particularly sexual violence. I don’t want to shy away from the reality of the world, but the book definitely didn’t let me relax and enjoy the story. I felt constantly on guard, but I believe that was a good partner to the story itself. The protag is just trying to escape the death she’s facing in Mexico (drug cartels) with her son.

On that note, the book has received a lot of criticism for its negative portrayal of Mexico and the Mexican people. I have been to Mexico twice, but only for a week each, so I can’t really speak to its authenticity. As a work of fiction, it was compelling; that’s all I can say.

Lydia was not a wonder-woman style heroine. In fact, she’s downright annoying at times because some of the mess is her own doing. But you really feel for her survival instincts as a mom when it all hits the fan. American Dirt is a creative play on words with the fact that they are just trying to cross the border and get to “american dirt” as well as the author slinging mud at her view of America’s immigration policies as crappy. I see it as a reference to the real needs of some people (like Lydia and her son) being the “dirt” we like to hide and not talk about in the larger immigration story. It’s easier and less threatening, perhaps, to view “illegals” as a group versus individual humans with lives and stories and young sons.


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book review: anxious people

I don’t hide that Backman is one of my favorite authors. I would generally say that Beartown and My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She’s Sorry are among my favorite books. This one was good, too, but did not quite live up to those two.

The story was an unexpected mystery—lots of little confusing elements you’re trying to unwrap as you go. A character is referred to as a “parent” and pronouns are skillfully avoided so you can’t tell when other people mention the mom or the dad if you know anything about them yet.

There’s a few mini reveals, like the way the police officers on the scene are father and son. There’s also an interesting character that bookends the first and last scenes which makes it feel almost like the credits are rolling. It’s a good, concrete closure.

Backman has a gift for immediate character development. In so few words, he can give you a picture of someone’s depth. It’s like a 3D snapshot in a few sentences.

He is also the master of epic sentences (even though he’s not writing in English) such as:

During some weeks in winter in the central part of Scandinavia the sky doesn’t seem to bother even attempting to impress us, it greets us with the color of newspaper in a puddle, and dawn leaves behind it a fog as if someone has been setting fire to ghosts.

I mean, that is GLORIOUS.

Overall, definitely worth the read, and the book deals with some serious issues. As always, Backman makes you cry and laugh on the same page. The people have so much reality behind them.

The mystery was a little simple if you’re used to reading real mysteries, but that wasn’t his point. So that’s very forgivable. Little bit (possibly) of moral questionability to the final decision at the end, but it was sweet.


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book review: when the english fall

I was at my public library, and they had a big display of “librarian recommendations.” I actually picked this book up because I assumed it was some kind of alternative history. AND IT WAS NOT. GUYS, it was post-apocalyptic Amish fiction. WHAT? That is a thing, and I didn’t know I was looking for it!

First of all, so many things in this book are from my hometown — Turkey Hill, Oregon Pike, Lititz, Central Market — all mentioned by name. These little nuances filled me with joy.

Two small complaints: (1) the daughter having some kind of future-telling “touch” was unnecessary, and to me, a total distraction and (2) the ending needed to have more conclusion because of the prologue. Without the prologue, the ending wouldn’t have felt weak.

Overall, I really enjoyed this book. It was paced very slowed since it was a diary - lots of feelings and lots of repetition. But due to its short length, those were not a problem. Bonus, the man’s faith was preserved and represented well, rather than making it a subtle ironic failure.

Overall, worth the read for sure!


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Hedgehogs on the Roof

My daughter turned three last month. Since I have a crafty, creative cousin who refabs out-of-style pink-and-tan dollhouses into Pinterest-worthy neutrals-wood-and-brick dreamhouses, we decided to select one for our daughter to populate with tiny chairs and a family of hipster hedgehogs.

What I quickly learned watching her play with it was she took control of her space. My toddler didn’t seem to want to arrange the furniture just so and then stare at it. She wanted to make the hedgehogs bounce from room to, uh, roof. She didn’t seem to want to use the tiny coffee maker and miniature waffle maker to set a brunch table with a weeny teeny vase of flowers, either. The nerve!

As a metaphor for “control over my space,” the dollhouse might be lacking. But many parents live this conflict daily in their children’s treatment of our full-scale homes. It’s true; most parents aren’t asking a lot: no clothes on the floor, no Lego minefield for our feet, and wash the toothpaste down the sink drain. Please. And yet, there are hedgehogs on the roof.

When it comes to home, control over my space is a vital concept. Everyone deserves to feel safe at home. For kids in foster care, their place of residence has rarely been a safe place. Although I would never diminish the devastating impact of abuse, neglect is actually the most common reason a child enters the foster care system. At best, these children were unable to rely on the adults who should have been meeting their needs.

I was reminded recently of the layered concept of home when a new child told me, “Your house is so ugly. I hate it here.” When we talked a little bit about what we could do to make the space feel more familiar, the bottom line became quite clear: my mommy isn’t here. What an eye-opening definition of “home,” particularly when the Target app would lead us to believe it’s primarily about having seasonally appropriate throw pillows.

Giving a child “control over their space” can be both easy and difficult to achieve. Sometimes, it’s letting a kid hang posters contrary to our aesthetic or allowing them to fill the environment with music we don’t understand. You’ll have to strike the unique balance for your family of boundaries and freedom.

Foster parenting means caring for kids with trauma in their backgrounds, and childhood trauma often leads to both a lack of self-control and a fear of not being in control. The tension of maintaining safety for a child who typically demonstrates no self-restraint and yet genuinely fears adult control is a tightrope.

Learning to help kids be in control and under control without taking away their sense of ownership is a healthy part of parenting, and it evolves as children age. 


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vertical subway tile bathroom walls

Love this blue tile, and the stress-filled pattern was worth it for the end results. (I can say that since Hubs does the primary stressing.)

We had already decided that the contrast between the white interior walls and the blue shower walls would be accented by a differentiated pattern — the same tiles used two different ways.

This epic-perfection seam is now behind the shower door, which was by design but I feel like I need you to take 5 seconds and stare at the line and just be impressed.

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We started at the far wall (away from the plumbing) and then worked our way up the main wall, finishing on the front wall with the plumbing and two shelves.

Once again, the tile spacers are our friends here. We used two on each long side and one on each short side. I enjoyed watching the bright red waterproof coating give way to the cool blue of the tile, especially since the red was making the white tile feel so pink — and pink tile was one of the reasons we started this renovation!

Even though we had the new shower floor as our base, we used a level line. It’s always better to trim a few starting tiles than get to the top of a project and realize how out-of-level your walls and ceiling are. Plus, your eye is not forgiving and you notice when things aren’t just-so. This is what sets the “oh I see you DIY-ed your bathroom” off from the “oh you got your bathroom redone.”

We had put a lot of thought into the shelf spacing rather than just doing what was easy with the plumbing and wall studs — knowing we wanted the tile to look fantastic. So the end result is perfect — the tiles fit snugly into place with the edge nice and crisp. The final edge just needed a last stripe of white up to connect it back to the rest of the walls. The edging and jolly sticks really completed it with a good “we planned this” look. And we had, honestly. Lots of specific planning sets it apart so you don’t get to the end and have 50 eighth-inch pieces to cut or a giant wad of grout to finish up.

We had to drill and cut holes for the plumbing: the shower head and the water control. I absolutely LOVE the way the light grey grout looks on this, especially combined with the white. Truly, it’s nice when you have a vision and it gets executed perfectly. Go Hubs!

After the grout (which I didn’t take any pictures of this time, sorry, but you can see it here on the white tile), we began attaching the hardware to support the glass doors. That is part of our finishing steps, which you’ll see soon!

As I said before, we were working in pieces as COVID supply chain meant we got the tiles in various shipments, so you’re getting a sneak peek at the flooring… but that is coming up next!


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