Monday, April 18, 2011

Half Broke Horses

It took me a long time to finally get around to reading Half Broke Horses: A True-Life Novel by Jeannette Walls. Now I might have to reread her sequel, The Glass Castle: A Memoir. Half Broke Horses is actually a prequel even though it was written three years after her best-selling memoir. It recounts a partially fictionalized version of her maternal grandmother's life growing up in west Texas, New Mexico and Arizona during the early part of the 20th century.

Reading about the adventures of the feisty Lily Casey Smith, I couldn't help but to search for clues to help explain the odd lifestyle of Walls mother, Rose Mary Smith Walls.

Walls writes in a smooth authentic style that captures not only the courageous journey of a spirited woman but also the grit of the early American west.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

You Can Heal Your Life

This book's heart seems to be in the right place, but there's something insincere about it. While I certainly subscribe to the theory that our thoughts can have a powerful impact on our health and well-being, I can't quite make the jump to this philosophy:
"Whenever I see small children wearing glasses, I know there is stuff going on in their household they do not want to look at. If they can't change the experience, they will diffuse the sight so they don't have to see it so clearly."
Conversely, here is a passage about positive affirmations that I connected with.
"Mirror work is very powerful. As children, we received most of our negative messages from others looking us straight in the eye and perhaps shaking a finger at us. Whenever we look into the mirror today, most of us will say something negative to ourselves. We either criticize our looks or berate ourselves for something. To look yourself straight in the eye and make a positive declaration about yourself is, in my opinion, the quickest way to get results with affirmations."

Friday, February 11, 2011

The Shack

The Shack wrestles with the timeless question, Where is God in a world so filled with unspeakable pain?

I resisted reading The Shack by William P. Young until it was highly recommended by my friends at a Psychic Party I attended a few weeks ago. As usual, I'm glad I read it, and it is a quick and painless read. But I didn't really LOVE it. It is a little too folksy and preachy for me. The message is simple and inspiring: God is always with each of us, and despite the bad things that happen in life, God IS good.


Sunday, November 7, 2010

Letters to a Young Teacher

With all the recent hype surrounding Davis Guggenheim's documentary, Waiting for Superman, and media grandstanding such as NBS's Education Nation and Oprah's "groundbreaking announcement" regarding the Newark, New Jersey schools, it seems only fitting to revisit some original principles asserted by Jonathan Kozol decades ago. A writer, educator, and activist, Kozol is known for his books criticizing the public education provided to urban children in our country. Some of his more famous books include: Savage Inequalities (1991), Amazing Grace (1995), and The Shame of the Nation (2005).

Letters to a Young Teacher, published in 2007, restates all of Kozol's messages, interweaving his thoughts and recollections into correspondence with a new, idealistic teacher in the Boston schools. Although I agree with many of Kozol's opinions, I still found the letter format to be a bit heavy-handed. Even though in writing to "Francesca" he is "preaching to the choir," the "letters" read more like "lectures." This book seems to be just another platform for Kozol's fervent views about public education that are evident in this quote:
The children of the suburbs learn to think and to interrogate reality; the inner-city kids meanwhile are trained for nonreflective acquiescence. One race and social class is educated for the exploration of ideas and for political sagacity and future economic power; the other is prepared for intellectual subordination. The longer this goes on, Francesca, I'm afraid the vast divide that we already see within American society is going to grow wider.
I did enjoy Kozol's personal anecdotes and the detailed notes section at the back of the book, and I definitely respect his passion and conviction. The following passage describing his visit to an out-of-control New York City high school lunchroom especially resonated with me. Of all a teacher’s various roles, none is worse than the dreaded lunch duty.
Visitors from outside these neighborhoods who witness confrontations like this often make the unkind observation that "these students act like animals." But if you treat these kids like animals, herding them along for squalid feedings like so many cattle rather than providing them with even minimal civility, it's not surprising to me that they act accordingly.
My absolute favorite part of this book however was Kozol's description of the type of teacher he recruits. I wholeheartedly agree!
As you know, Francesca, I recruit young teachers every time I have the chance when I speak at colleges and universities. I never recruit people who seem docile, flat-natured, and boring. If they're boring to a grown-up, it seems likely they'll be boring to a class of children too. But if they're dynamic and engaging individuals, if they're in love with children and in love with language and like to read good books and poetry and talk about them with excitement, and if their heads seem thoroughly screwed on, so I feel assured about their personal stability—in other words, if they're the kind of person you'd be eager to have as an intern in your class— I always say, "Come on! Wrap up the courses that you need in order to be certified. Then bring your interesting personality, your energy, your love of beauty, and the academic benefits of your good education into the schools where people with your gifts are needed most."

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies



















LEXILE 1070

I began to read this book last summer — not this past summer of 2010 but laaaaaaaaast summer, as in August 2009. I bought it special for myself as a treat after having surgery when I knew I would have several days of lounging on the sofa to look forward to. And I haven't finished reading it yet . . .

I've never been a fan of old-fashioned writing, but I do like the idea of being familiar with some of the classics that either I never read or have forgotten about reading in high school. I thought the addition of zombies would make this masterpiece more readable, but boy was I wrong!

I've been pecking away at this book for way too long, and I just can't seem to get through it. One night a few months ago I watched the movie on television and my interest was temporarily renewed. But now it looks like I just don't care enough about the fiesty Bennet sisters to bother reading the last 92 pages.