Book Review: My Husband’s Sweethearts

October 21, 2008

My Husband’s Sweethearts, a Novel

by:  Bridget Asher

I read a review of this book in People Magazine.  It was published along with the review of Yesterday’s Weather.  It was a good review and peaked my interest.  I purchased them both, simultaneously.

There’s not an elaborate discussion about why I chose this book, other than the premise of it really intrigued me.  In reading it, that intrigue kept me glued.  I very much enjoyed reading this novel.  I must say… this book has “Screenplay” written all over it!  Personally, I could imagine it as a movie that I would definitely go and see… I hope it makes it way to The Big Screen.  It would be interesting to see who they’d cast for the characters.

This book is simple, yet complex.  It is written at just the right pace, with wonderful little “nuggets” of wisdon and insight into love, death, and family.  Simply, I would recommend this book along with many of the other ones that I’ve reviewed this Fall.  Speaking of Fall, this book is on my Fall Into Reading 2008 Challenge (link is below).

The Review:

Title:  My Husband’s Sweethearts, a novel

Author:  Bridget Asher

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Publisher:  Bantam-Dell / Delacorte Press

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Type:  Fiction

ISBN #:978-0-385-34189-9 (Hardcover)

Pages: 271

This book is a story of Lucy, a woman married to Artie, a dying man.  Lucy is an auditor with a well-established career and leading a “successful” life.  We meet Lucy, and her assistant Lindsay, while she is on a business trip.  The reader discovers that her dying husband has been cheating on her during her 4-year marriage to him.  She has been away from Artie for 6 months on trips in order to avoid him due to his “transgressions.”  Artie makes, what I believe to be, the sweetest attempts to win her back.  He does so by sending her flowers, wherever she is at on her business trips, accompanied by small flower cards with numbered reasons as to why he loves her.  These cards span from memories they shared to actual things about her and/or their relationship.

She arrives home, takes up residence in the guest bedroom, and is faced with the fact that Artie has only, at most, one month left to live.  In summary, he gives her his “black book” of sweethearts.  The reason being is that she is bitter that she must endure his death alone… and why should she when he has these other women in his life?  Why aren’t they enduring this as well?  So, back to the guest bedroom she heads, black book in hand.  In a drunken mindset, she makes a few calls, after midnight, to these women and leaves them messages to “schedule their time with Artie” while he is on his deathbed.  Most hang up or ignore the call… but, two women do not: Eleanor and Elspa. 

Elspa is an eccentric young woman, piercings, crazy hair and all.  She left college to stay at Lucy’s home to share Artie’s last days.  Eleanor, a bitter woman who is closer to Artie’s age (early 50’s), also arrives to read him the riot act.  Lucy’s Mother, Joan, is also a presence in Lucy’s home… keeping up the garden and attempting to be there for Lucy.  She brings along her dachshund, Bogie, who is overly endowed and wears homemade “jockstraps” to keep his appendage from scraping on the ground (we love Bogie and Lucy’s Mom).

Lucy makes the managerial decision to have Eleanor orchestrate the visits of all of the sweethearts in the blackbook.  In addition, Elspa is to reach her dream of getting her 3-year old daughter back from her parents.  Joan is to handle Artie’s funeral arrangements, as she is a multiple-time widow and the right person for the job.  Lastly, Lucy’s goal is to reunite Artie with his grown son, John, and for John to learn about is father before his death.

This host of characters is a perfect compliment to Lucy and Artie’s journey of healing and forgiveness during his last days.  What they discover, is that there is a common love shared amongst them all.  How they get to that familial love is for the reader to discover when they pick up this great read.

My Favorite Quotes From the Book:

 “Love isn’t logical,” I insist.  “It’s immune to logic.”

Title of a Chapter: “You Can’t Always Eat Your Way Out of a Problem-but If You Want to Try, Begin with Chocolate”

“He has a depth of attention that comes with his love that is keen and sharp.”

“Everyone should hear their own eulogies-but the notes, aren’t they kind of a love song?  And aren’t the best eulogies a kind of love song?”

“We need to love each other again, with all that love entails-even the hard things, like forgiveness and acceptance.  I don’t think it makes logical sense-that one love can bring back another love-but it’s true.”

“Does my soul look fat in this body?”

On Sher’s “One to Ten Scale:” 

I like the kind of books that keep me up, in bed, at night… that I just can’t close my eyes because I want to keep learning the story.  This story did that for me.  Mainly, I think, because this is a story that I could see really happening to somebody.  And, Lucy is such a great protagonist… a person that I can relate with as to how she deals with things.  When I read a story like this… and it grabs me… not because of anything other than my soul can relate… then, I have to say I really liked the book.  Bridget Asher earns a 9!  I’d share this book with a girlfriend, no qualms about it.

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The Sunday Salon: This Week’s Books & News

October 18, 2008

This Week’s Reads, News & Updates

I am exhausted.  I’ve definitely caught a flu bug, cold, or something.  But, I’ve had a lot on my mind and my “plate,” so I haven’t gotten sufficient rest.  I think I’m cranky (don’t you just hate that when you feel that way?).  For this week’s The Sunday Salon, I just wanted to update my co-bloggers, readers & friends on this past week’s “haps” and share my “stuff.”

  • NEW BLOGSITE:  I’m undergoing a site renovation.  I have been working on a new theme, colors, etc.  It’s coming along nicely.  I’m going to try to “self-host,” but I am totally scared.  I have not the slightest clue as to what I’m doing. Hopefully, the transition will work out okay and I’ll figure out the self-hosting rather quickly.  I just can’t wait to show everybody the new, improved site… and am hopeful that you all enjoy it.
  • THIS WEEK’S BOOKS:  I’m doing some book tours, so I haven’t posted as many reviews as I usually do.  I have reviewed The Lost Diary of Don Juan (post coming October 30th) and am currently finishing up Life After Genius (posting October 29th).  What I can report is that I did enjoy both reads and the forthcoming reviews are favorable.  I was able to post my review of The Lucky One by Nicholas Sparks.  My favorite part of this post is that somebody actually wanted to pick up one of his books to “check him out,” and noted so on my post.  She wanted to know my favorite one, if I could only recommend one… it was so hard… like picking out your favorite child.  So, I emailed her.  It was sooo cool!

  • THIS WEEK’S ENTERTAINMENT NEWS & HEADLINES:  I’m pleased to report that each week I will be sharing a sprinkling of entertainment news & current headlines.  I’m focusing on the news that isn’t necessarily “mainstream,” and is fun or quirky.  If you haven’t watched the “Joe The Plumber” video, it’s worth the couple of minutes.  If you caught it on TV, don’t waste the time… but, it’s pretty humorous, the press, that it.  DWTS is coming up tomorrow, so I’m looking forward to writing an update on the show.  The video herein is the most current ABC video feed on DWTS and shows the “countdown clock” as to the next show (fun, huh?).  My brother, Bill, keeps saying… “Cheryl Burrrrrr…..” because of how the announcer says “Cheryl Burke.”  Now the kids always say, when talking about DWTS, “Cheryl Burrrrrr….” 
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  • CONTESTS:  Well, I’ve written and reminded about Menagerie’s Halloween Haunt.  Entries are due by the 22nd.  I was really hoping for more entries due to the size of the prize…. so, if you or your kids have a story, a post, or a referral on a good scary book…. get your comment posted or email me at  I have a Second Chance Drawing for those who post the buttons on their blog post or sidebar, as well.  For all of you who have entered… thanks so much for your participation!  I appreciate it!  My kids are so excited to help me judge the entries!

  • BREAST CANCER AWARENESS MONTH:  A Novel Menagerie and Thursday’s Thoughts are focused on promoting Breast Cancer Awareness.  I’ve prepared a button for your site, if you are interested in spreading the word… mainly to remind the women you know about self-exams and the benefit of mamograms.  Thursday’s Thought’s Contest for the week hasn’t received as many entries as I’d hoped for.  Since the “winning prize” is a donation to charity in the name of the winner, I may extend Thursday’s Thoughts for another week, rather than doing a new MEME/Contest next week.  I’m really keeping my finger’s crossed on spreading the word via posts and buttons (badges).  Thanks to Shana and Yasmin for all of their support on this effort.

Well, it’s time to take this cranky butt to bed.  Yes, that’s where I need to be!  I look forward to posting this week on The Fall Into Reading 2008 Challenge (where I’m at), Lit Flicks Challenge Update, and hopefully Home Girl and My Husband’s Sweethearts.

Harper Perennial’s “Being Written”

October 8, 2008

Being Written… The Review

This is one of the first books that I have received from a publisher for review.  I find it interesting that via the book tours and the publisher submissions that I am being introduced to such different genres of novels…. definitely ones that I’d never pick out from the bookstore shelves myself. 

This book is definitely eclectic.  It’s different from the other types of books that I have read and I find it a bit difficult to review… for the lack of comparison to other works of a similar nature.  But, what you don’t know is what stretches you, I believe.

The Review:

Title:  Being Written, A Novel

Author:  William Conescu

Publisher:  Harper Perennial/Harper Collins

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Type:  Fiction

Pages (Paperback): 193

ISBN #: 978-0-06-145134-8

This is a very interesting story… told from, I believe, the second person point of view.  Although, in the beginning of the book, I wasn’t exactly sure if it was written in first person from the narrator’s viewpoint.  I, at first, believed that the protagonist of the story was the author of the story, Daniel.  I later changed my mind to believe that Delia, the love interest was my protagonist.

Daniel, an aspiring writer, believes that he is actually a character in a book that is being written.  Simultaneously, he is the author of the same story that unfolds around him.  What the reader discovers is that the story doesn’t necessarily “unfold around him.”  Rather, his actions tend to affect the direction of the story in the way he intends it to play out.

The main characters of the story are as follows:

  • Daniel, the “author” and main “character” of the story… is he insane?  Or insightful?
  • Delia, the “love interest” in the story… a beautiful singer from a wealthy family.  She is in a dysfunctional relationship with a man who prostitutes himself with other men to pay his share of the rent.
  • Graham, Delia’s boyfriend… the man-whore who only takes the dominant role in his “prostitution” ways.
  • Monty, Delia’s friend.. an eclectic, yet insightful friend.
  • Jon, Delia and Graham’s gay friend… most likely more so a friend to Graham.

These characters intertwine and Daniel’s actions tend to advance the lives, or rather yet, alter the lives of these characters.  He sees his actions as components of the story that is being written, the one that he is a part of, rather than a direct result of his actions.  Simply, although he attempts to write, he in actuality hears the sound of a writer’s pencil scratching paper writing the story about his life (and the other characters’ lives) as he lives it out day by day…. almost as if his actions were led by the writer of the novel and not his own.  I know this is difficult to grasp in reading a review, but the book does a much better job of explaining this than I do.  You understand the approach in the novel as it unfolds.

In attempts to not be a “spoiler” of the story, I will, once again, avoid discussing the ending of this novel.  Although, I must say that the last 1/3 of the novel was miles above the first two-thirds of it, as far as grabbing my attention and keeping it there.

It’s a short novel, and if you are interested in a different approach to writing and story telling, it’s a quick read and one that is interesting to know.  If you are more the type of the “classical reader,” this may not be your taste.  Like I said, it’s a hard book to review… at least, for me.  But it did expand my horizons to think about the possibilities that writing a novel could bring to your world.

All of my other reviews contain my “favorite quotes” or “favorite sections” of the work.  Due to the nature of this book, I can’t offer that in this review.  Although, there are cleverly written scenes and very descriptive narrations of the characters and their lives.  It’s more of a “read it and you’ll see” type of book.

Sher’s “Out of Ten Scale:”

Automatically, I feel that I’m at a disadvantage to rate this book in comparison to the others that I have reviewed on my site.  There are definitely good components to this work that make be glad that I read it… however, because it is so different than what I am used to… I tend to want to give it a rather “average” score.  That’s not entirely fair to the author, who I believe, is far more creative than I to come up with the approach that he did in writing this book. 

The other issue is that, I have always given a ranking in my reviews.   If I neglect to do so for this, I wouldn’t be true to myself, my readers, or the publisher who sent me this book to read.  Therefore, I’ve decided to rate it on my scale as follows:  I give it a 6 for overall content and read-ability.  I give it an 8 for originality.

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Another Menagerie… The Finest Dogs

October 7, 2008

The Story of Edgar Sawtelle

A Novel by David Wroblewski

It’s amazing to me, the speed in which this novel rose to the top of the New York Times Bestseller List.  It’s been on that list for 4 months and is currently listed as #1.  Personally, I heard about  this book on another’s blog… a book review blog!  See?  Our writings may pay-off to others and they just may pick up that book and have a wonderful, mental adventure because of a post written.  Thank you, blogger!

Not long after I ordered it, I heard many things about the book popping up, seemingly everywhere!  Then, Oprah made the announcement of it making her Book Club list.  Now, it’s annointed and everyone’s reading it

What amazes me about this book the most is the fact that this is Wroblewski’s first novel!  If we could all be so lucky and talented!  This man, however, put much time and research into the writing of this book.  Another thing notable to mention is that he comes from the region that this novel’s setting takes place in.  As such, he is able to beautifully describe the landscape of this story in great detail.

It seems like I’ve been on quite the “kick” of reading and reviewing novels that include the stories of animals.  Recently, I reviewed The Art of Racing in the Rain and Dewey.  It’s apparent to me that I just cannot say “no” to books that include the stories of our non-human best friends!  I learned, however, much from this novel about the breeding and training of dogs… as it could be (man, would it be helpful on my pup, Claire!).

In short, this is a great book.  It’s however, a long book… one that, at times, I couldn’t go to sleep and put it down… other times… it seemed like the endless story that I’d never reach the end of.  However, as I finished it… I wanted to know what happened next… that’s always the sign, for me, of a book that I loved.

The Review

Title:  The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, A Novel

Author:  David Wroblewski

Type:  Fiction

Publisher:  Harper Collins

Pages (Hardback): 566

ISBN #: 978-0-06-137422-7


This book is the story of a boy and his dogs; well, that and the history of his family.   The story is set in the region of rural Wisconsin adjacent to the Chequamegon National Forest.  The story begins with the construction of Edgar’s home… how the house, barn and silo were built and by whom.  We learn about how Edgar’s grandparents come to purchase the land and it’s accouterments and about their sons, Edgar (“Gar”) and Claude.

Eventually, the land and property is assumed by Gar and his wonderful wife, Trudy.  They attempt to have a child and are faced with multiple miscarriages.  Thereafter, they have what they believe to be a successful pregnancy, however the child was still born.  However, they become blessed with a viable pregnancy and the birth of their son, Edgar (named after his father).  Edgar’s greatest fan and best companion is the family dog, Almondine, who becomes my favorite character of the story.  There’s only one hitch, Edgar is born with the inability to speak.   He can hear, but cannot talk. 

Due to Trudy and Gar’s unbounding love and desire for a child, they do everything in their power to raise Edgar with every possible ability to live a “normal,” productive life.  They eventually teach Edgar to sign as his means of communicating with them and the dogs.  Oh yes… the dogs.  Well, their family business is the breeding of a very special line of German Shepherds.  The “specialness” of their breeding line can only be understood in your reading of this novel in its entirety.

Edgar has a tremendous quest for learning and has an amazing vocabulary by age 3.  He reads and reads… and is eventually given a dictionary to learn words… and, also to use for the proper naming of the pups reared on the farm.  Trudy is the trainer of the dogs and has a gift that “The Dog Whisperer” would be envious of.  Gar is the breeder, the researcher of blood-lines, hereditary factors, and the “x-factor” in certain dogs that should be bred into their line.  Gar’s attention to detail and record-keeping is impeccable and detailed doesn’t adequately describe his desire to understand the science of his specialized breeding techniques.

Edgar’s responsibilities with the dogs grow as his age increases.  He and his father share a remarkable bond with the dogs.  Gar allows Edgar to raise a litter of pups from the actual birth of them.  Unfortunately, Gar is unable to complete the process with Edgar due to an untimely death.  There are many factors surrounding his death and the characters then involved in the storyline that I will leave to the reader.

Conflicts arise after Gar’s death that lead Edgar to running away from the farm.  He takes along with him three of the pups from his litter.  In his attempt to cross into Canadian territory and commence a new life as a young man, he learns the skills of survival and the duty and responsibility to ensure the lives of the dogs who travel alongside him.  The tales of his journey remain undisclosed in this review and you will enjoy them in the reading of the novel.

Eventually, Edgar is faced with the duty to return home to his mother, for a number of reasons.  It is there that the climax of the story is reached, along with its conclusion. 

There is a mystical aspect to this work that kept me intrigued throughout.  That inexplicable, intangible component of our spirit and our minds that accompanies us on our travels through life.  It is this aspect of the book that, I believe, makes this book what it is.

My favorite part of the story is when Edgar meets a young girl at Mellen’s Diner.  The excerpt from the book relating to this is:

“Mama says I should learn some of that from you, but I can’t.  I tried, but things just come out of me!  I said a person who can talk ought to talk.  Don’t you think that’s true?”

He nodded.

“My gramma’s like me.  Wanna know what my gramma says?”

Now he was sure he didn’t know this little girl, and he didn’t know her mother or grandmother, either.  Yet, the more he looked at her face, the more familiar it became, as if he’d seen it often, but at a distance.  He glanced back at the corner booth.  Her family didn’t have one of their dogs-he would have recognized them at once if they had.

“Well, do you want to know or not?” the girl asked, stamping her foot on the linoleum. 

He shrugged again.  Okay.  Sure.

“She says that before you were born, God told you a secret he didn’t want anyone else to know.”

He looked at her.  There wasn’t much a person could say in response to a thing like that.  He considered scribbling out a note to the little girl:  I could just write it down.  But he thought that was not her point, and she was probably too young to read anyway.  He particularly wanted to tell her she didn’t have to whisper.  People made mistakes like that-talking extra lour or getting nervous.  But the little girl wasn’t nervous, not in the least.  She acted as if she had known him his whole life. 

She crooked her finger at him.  He leaned down and she cupped her hand by his ear.

“You could tell me the secret,” she whispered.  “I wouldn’t tell.  I promise.  Sometimes it makes it easier if just one other person knows.”

At first the little girl stood wide-eyed and placid. He sat back and looked at her.  Then her eyes squinted into crescents and her lips drew together into an angry little circle.

“You don’t remember, do you?” she scolded, and now she wasn’t whispering.  “You forgot!”

Edgar’s mother, on the far side of the dining room, stopped talking with Doctor Papineau and turned.

Don’t look at me, he signed.  I don’t even know who she is.

Abruptly, the little girl turned and stormed off.  She’d taken five of six steps before she whirled around to face him again.  She was a terribly dramatic child, and Edgar had a glimpse of what it must be like in her house.  She was probably staging little scenes like this all the time over eating her vegetables and watching television.

She scrunched up her face as though thinking through a knotty problem.

“Would you tell me if you did remember?” she asked, finally.


Her expression brightened into a smile.  Her face was still oddly familiar, still impossible to place.

“Oh,” she said.  “Okay!”  Then she skipped away.  Before she reached the corner booth her attention was caught by a baby in a high chair and she stopped to poke the baby and ask questions when it started to cry.

“What was that about?” Trudy said when she slipped back into the booth.

I don’t know.

“Maybe you have an admirer,” she said.

And for the third time since they’d walked into the diner, he could think of no better reply than a shrug.

The secret, from God, that was given to Edgar is revealed as the story develops and concludes.  It is a secret that you will want to know!

As I have provided an excerpt from the book, this review, unlike my standard ones, will not include “favorite quotes.”  The above stated section is my favorite.

Author’s Questions: (I’ve only chosen a few)

  1. How would Edgar’s story have been different if he had been born with a voice? How would Edgar himself have been different? Since Edgar can communicate perfectly well in sign most of the time, why should having a voice make any difference at all?  His relationship with the dogs and method of communication would have been significantly different.  His ability to speak with his mind, his eyes, and his hands differed from all other humans around him.  In addition, his ability to communicate with his mother, without Claude understanding, was paramount to the story.
  2. At first glance, Henry Lamb seems an unlikely caretaker for a pair of Sawtelle dogs, yet Edgar feels that Tinder and Baboo will be safe with him. What is it about Henry that makes him fit? He understood the dogs through Edgar’s eyes.  He came to love them and appreciate them in a way that could not be communicated by verbal language.  Plus, the dogs chose Henry!  Would it have been better if Edgar had placed the dogs with someone more experienced? No.  Why doesn’t Edgar simply insist that all the dogs return home with him?  Because the dogs belong with Henry… they make him extraordinary.
  3. In the final moments of the story, Essay must make a choice. What do you think she decides, and why? To live as Edgar taught her and to live true to her spirit.  Do you think all the dogs will abide by her decision?   Most.

On Sher’s “One to Ten Scale:”

I am giving this one a 9 out of 10.  It was a very good book.  I enjoyed it very much.  I believe that many people will enjoy a considerable amount of aspects of this book.

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The Sunday Salon: The Art of Racing in the Rain

September 28, 2008



My Sunday Review

The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein


This Sunday, and for my The Sunday Salon post, I have finished my second book of the week and will be commencing a new one, Dewey-The Small Town Library Cat Who Touched the World by Vicki Myron.  But, before I scoot along to Dewey, I want to share with you my experience with The Art of Racing In the Rain

First and foremost, I must share that the picture of the doggie on the cover of the book looks just like my darling, Tori.  She’s a beautiful, 3-year old Yellow English Labrador Retriever with a heart of GOLD!  We call her “Golden Star, ”  amongst other things.  So, like Marley and Me, The Art of Racing in the Rain, grabbed me by the sheer connection to my beautiful “Puppers.”  The name of my blog, A Novel Menagerie, is not only because I have a menagerie of books that I love to read, but also because I am the master/owner of a considerably large in-home menagerie.  Tori, was our first dog… and the heart and soul of our family.

Here are some pictures of my baby-cakes:Doesn't this look like the book cover?

Doesn’t she look like the cover in this picture?  We were on our way to Big Bear for Thanksgiving, stuck in traffic on the 91… she was sitting in the front of my little Lexus (miss the gas mileage on that car!).

The picture below is on the first day that we brought her home and into our family.  I’ve never, in my life, seen the twins so completely and utterly happy.  She’s so pretty!

 Tori was, for us, a dream and a goal that we all wanted to reach.  We decided that it was not fair to a dog to adopt her until we knew we owned a home and that took us 3 years to achieve.  We seaThe day we brought her home.rched and searched for her.  I wanted a small dog, like a purse puppy.  But, this dog is the one that God led us to… and we ended up falling madly in love with.  People exclaim that they are so jealous that we own her and promise to kidnap her one day while we are fast asleep.  FAT CHANCE! 

How does this relate to The Art of Racing in the Rain?  Well, the story is told from the viewpoint of “Enzo,” a yellow Labrador retriever mix, male dog.  That immediately grabs me into purchasing, reading and reviewing this novel.

Oh, and girls… I know totally inappropriate of me… but, the author is so friggin’ cute… but, married… with kidlets.  Well, I’m kinda into those grey-haired, goatee’d guys… with blue eyes.. and on the video… (below), <sigh>… Anyway, in case you know a single one that fits that description in Orange County, CA… write me! Oh, well… I’ll find my grey-haired fox someday!  Now, back to my story…

So, I picked up the novel as part of my Fall Into Reading Challenge 2008.  I expected a lot, of course, that may come from reading Marley & Me (wonderful book).  This book was a good one.  The only part I couldn’t really “sink my teeth into” were the racing metaphors and info.  Now, perhaps if I was a race car enthusiast, I may have LOVED the book… and, perhaps those who do follow the circuit… may LOVE this work.  I can’t say that I loved it, but I certainly did enjoy it and am glad that I read it.

My Review:

Author:  Garth Stein

Book Website:

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Publisher: Harper Collins

ISBN: 978-0-06-153793-6

Type: Fiction

The Art of Racing in the Rain begins with the narration of Enzo, a yellow Labrador retriever mix.  He tells the story of how he met his owner, Denny, a race car driver and mechanic by day.  From there, Enzo tells the tale of how Denny fell in love with Eve, whom he marries quickly.  They have a daughter, Zoe, and eventually fulfill the “American Dream” and move into a house in Seattle, Washington. 

At first, Enzo is not thrilled with Eve or her relationship with Denny, but eventually he finds his place as her protector.  In addition, Enzo comes to love little Zoe beyond measure.  Enzo is completely obsessed with his next life as a human and the use of opposable thumbs.  He shows an innate intelligence and discusses his TV shows and knowledge of the human and animal races.  He is sure that, in his next life, he will be reincarnated to a man who will shake hands with Denny and become a race-car driver.

Enzo detects an odor from Eve’s head, that he believes to be an odor which describes a deep illness within her.  She subsequently suffers from migraines and horrible spells, but absolutely refuses to go to the doctor.  In addition, when she slices open her hand and OBVIOUSLY needs to go to the Emergency Room, she insists on not going.  But, fate has a way of just making things happen… she has an injury on a rock at a local waterfall and ends up being rushed to the hospital for a concussion.  Here, the large tumor is identified and later discovered to be a life-ending, cancerous one.

Eve’s awful parents… and, you’ll only understand “awful” when you read the book…. who live on a nearby island, insist that Eve is taken to their home for nursing and recovery as Denny was working and could not provide for her the full time attention that she required.  He begrudgingly agreed.  Then, they hit him with the WHAMMY, they feel it best that Zoe stay their during her convalescence as “her mother is dying” and “she should spend as much time with her as possible.”  The writing is on the wall.  So, Denny agrees and they set up a “visitation schedule” of sorts.

Months go by and eventually, Eve passes.  That’s when the madness begins.  The parents sue for custody of Zoe and go to extreme tactics to ensure their success.  This part of the story I shall leave out for the sake of those who have not yet read this book.  In any event, the second half of the book is Denny’s brave trail towards winning custody of his daughter back and realizing his dream in race car driving.

The story does end on a happy note, albeit a bit predictable.

My favorite quote from the book:

“…My soul has learned what it came here to learn, and all the other things are just things.  We can’t have everything we want.  Sometimes, we simply have to believe.”

-and later on the same page:

“I know this much about racing in the rain.  I know it is about balance.  it is about anticipation and patience.  I know all of the driving skills that are necessary for one to be successful in the rain.  But racing in the rain is also about the mind!  It is about owning one’s own body.  About believing that one’s car is merely an extension of one’s body.  About believing that the track is an extension of the car, and the rain is an extension of the track, and the sky is an extension of the rain.  It is about believing that you are not you; you are everything.  And everything is you.”

An interesting interview with Garth Stein (from his website):

Your novel is told in the voice of Enzo, aspiring race-car driver Denny Swift’s loyal dog, who has a keen observer’s detachment, as opposed to the human characters and their conflicting emotions. How did you develop the dog’s voice?

If Enzo had a choice, he would love to interact with the world around him much more than his limitations as a dog allow. It is his enforced muteness that drives him to hone his powers of opinion and observation. So his voice grew out of that—what would it be like to be trapped in a sound-proof booth in which you could hear everything but say nothing? Well, first, I think, you would become a very good listener.

Enzo is one of those dogs that is “nearly human,” but at one point in the story he feels the need to lose that complexity and just be an animal for a while. Why did that happen?

We all suffer moments of self-doubt, and Enzo is no different. Midway through the novel, he has a crisis of faith—he believes that his attempts to live to human standards have not helped any of the people he loves so much, and so he goes wilding and embraces his true canine nature. It’s funny, but in the context of the story, it’s actually one of the most human things he could possibly do.

It is interesting that the dog can sense Eve’s illness before anyone else can. Where did that idea come from?

I have read articles about dogs who can smell disease, especially cancer, so that’s something that is out there and is not a new idea. But what I wanted to convey with Enzo is not so much his “smelling” of Eve’s illness but his sensitivity to her condition on an energetic level. My wife is an energy intuitive, which means she can read illness in people or bacteria in foods and so on. It sounds a little crazy to hear about a person doing it; for some reason, it’s somewhat less threatening to hear about a dog doing it.

How did your own experiences in racing influence the character of Denny Swift and his experiences?

I’ve done some racing on the club level, and I really enjoy it. My experience in racing definitely helped me write the car scenes. But, maybe more importantly, my racing experience led me to a great friendship with a semipro race-car driver, Kevin York, who kind of acted as the inspiration for Denny. Kevin is racing in the Koni Challenge series this year, and his #75 car sports a decal!

How do you balance writing with three kids at home?

I can answer that with a children’s riddle: A man who weighs 150 pounds has three ten-pound bowling balls. He has to carry all three balls across a bridge over a deep abyss, but the bridge can only support 170 pounds, and he can’t make more than one trip. How does he cross the bridge with all the bowling balls? (Answer: he juggles the balls as he crosses the bridge! Voila!)

What’s your next project?

I have a few different ideas I’m playing with, and I know that soon they will all fall into place, and I’ll have a great story. Until then, please enjoy Enzo!

Garth’s Video on the Book:


On Sher’s “One to Ten Scale…”

This is a tough one for me.  I wanted so much to give it a higher score than I’m able to give it.  It was an enjoyable book and one that I can relate to.  But, in my honest opinion, I have to give it a 7.

Oh, and just one more picture of my cute dog (sorry.. had to)

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Maya Angelou… A Gift From God

September 26, 2008

She is so beautiful… this spirit

I have to admit, I’m probably the last to know about this remarkable woman’s mark on our history and our world.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve listened to her radio show quite a bit, so I knew a little about her.  By the manner in which  Oprah and her Oprah XM talkshow hosts talk about Maya Angelou, you are of the understanding that this is an incredible woman.  But, I have to admit… I didn’t really know… and, now I want to know so much more.

I Know Wy the Caged Bird Sings

I am working on the Book Awards Reading Challenge II – 2008 in which I am to read five different award winning books between August 2008 and June 2009.  I’ve already read and reviewed Love in the Time of Cholera, a Nobel Prize Winner.  Maya Angelou won the Chubb Fellowship Award, Yale University, 1970 as well as a nomination for a National Book Award for I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

As I mentioned in a prior posting Fall Into 2008 Challenge, I had decided to read I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings for two reasons:

  1. A talkshow host on Oprah XM, I believe Dr. Robin, was discussing this book on her show.  She only discussed the beginning of this story and encouraged people who haven’t read it to do so as they may be so affected that they would face future challenges in a different way.
  2. In reviewing Apooo’s BlogSite, I was reminded of the book… if Yasmin liked it (she listed it as one of her “all-time favorites”), I probably would as well.
  3. 3.  It is one of the “Top 10 Banned Books” on the American Library Association’s list of banned books.  As part of Banned Book Week, starts tomorrow, they recommend that you purchase, read, or re-read one of the banned books from the list.

So, the book… well… I had read many reviews on this book and did have high expectations going into it.  But, I believe those expectations were sufficiently met, and then some.  One thing that grabbed me the most is that, after finishing the book, I wanted to know what happened next.  With her well publicized life, I’m sure I can learn about what happened rather easily.  But, now I want to pick up her other works and get them into my “reading queue.”   

When you go to her website and look at her bio, it’s overwhelming!  She is so highly regarded and awarded, it’s incredible.  In addition, she was a performer and she studied dance in San Francisco.  Subsequently, she traveled the world and performed extensively.  In addition, I read that:

“At the request of Martin Luther King, Jr., Miss Angelou became the Northern Coordinator for the Southern Christian Leadership Conference.”


In looking at her bio, I also discovered that she was in Roots.  I didn’t realize that was her… such a good movie.  She has led a very interesting and I’m sure, fulfilled life.  Also, a friend of mine sat by her on a plane once… Maya autographed one of her poems personally for her.  I’m soooo jealous, now!

OK, I’m a bit star-struck and may not know my African American literature and history as well as I should.. I admit that.  But, this woman seems to be absolutely amazing, not only for whats she’s done and written, but more so for her innate understanding of the human spirit and her ability to communicate it so lyrically and concisely.


The Review:

Author:  Maya Angelou (her birth name was Marguerite)

Book Website:

Publisher:  Random House

ISBN:  0-375-50789-2

Type:  Biography

This is the biography of Maya Angelou from the age of 3 until age 16.  Her parents are divorced and she and her brother, Bailey, are living in Stamps, Arkansas with their devoutly Christian grandmother (her father’s mother).  Her grandma, called “Momma” in the story, but I believe her name is Annie, is a wonderful woman who is the only black, woman sole proprietor in the town; she owns a store.  Maya’s Uncle Willie, who was dropped as an infant by a caretaker and is now subsequently minorly crippled, also lives with Momma and the kids.  The reader is introduced to the patrons of the store and the lifestyle under which they lived in the southern cotton fields, during the depression.

Soon enough, Maya’s father, also “Bailey,” comes to town.  He takes the children to be with their mother in St. Louis, Missouri.  It is in St. Louis and while living with their mother and her boyfriend, that Maya is raped by her mother’s boyfriend, Mr. Freeman.  He tells her that if she discusses what happened to her, he’d kill her brother Bailey.  Now, she tries desperately to hide what has happened to her, but falls terribly ill from the incident and is hospitalized.  Subsequently, Mr. Freeman is put on trial.  When Maya is asked a question, out her own inner terror, she lies to the court.  Being a strong believer in God, this lie is something that she just can’t live with.  Mr. Freeman is released from court before facing his one year jail sentence (good grief!), but is “mysteriously” killed that night.  If you read the book, you’ll know exactly who killed him.

Because of the trauma, Maya believes that it is due to her lie that Mr. Freeman is dead.  She ceases talking to anyone but her brother, Bailey.  Eventually, they are shipped back to Stamps to live with Momma.  In Stamps, Maya eventually comes around and begins to communicate again.  Many things happen in this part of the novel and my favorite part was when Momma took her to the dentist for a terrible tooth ache.  It was particularly interesting for me to read Maya’s impression of entering the “white side of town,” especially because I am white and have never really seen things through a different set of eyes.  Conversely, when the topic of slavery comes up, I do understand just how horrendous and heinous America’s white man’s actions were.  It makes me shake my head and think of all of the atrocities of mankind in the past, including the Holocaust, and the current day genocide in Darfur.  How can one race of people see another race (or religion) as being less human than themselves?  OK, topic for another day.  But, on a last note, what that dentist said to Annie was so revolting that I’ll never forget it… makes me ashamed of the color of my skin to be even remotely connected to a race of people who maintained such ignorance and cruelty.  I thank God that my children will never see others for the color of their skin… but, rather for the person that they are!

After spending considerable time in Stamps, the stories of which are wonderful and you really get a taste for the Southern Christian churches and revivals, Maya eventually makes her way back to her mother and lives with her in San Francisco.  During her life there, her brother eventually moves out at the young age of 16.   Soon thereafter, World War II commences and she sees the racial discrimination of the Japanese immigrants in San Francisco. 

Maya visits her father in Southern California (I think maybe SouthOrange County or San Diego… not sure).  In this visit, she thought that she was going to be visiting a rather “posh” home, but instead finds herself staying in her dad’s trailer in a trailer park with his 20-something year old live-in girlfriend named Dolores (who, by the way is a total skank and I can’t stand her).  Maya and the group head to Mexico for a visit and the adventure there was another of my favorite parts of the book (read it and find out!).  Eventually, Skanky Dolores gets into a physical fight with Maya and injures her.  Maya ends up being shuffled out of her dad’s trailer (now, I officially hate the Dad…) to neighbors.  This was supposed to be her summer with her father, for Goodness Sake!  OK, OK.  So, she hates that and ends up living in a junkyard in an abandoned car.  There, she finds an entire community of homeless children.  How they set up their self-sufficient society is very interesting.

Back in San Francisco under the safe roof of her mother, Maya wants to get a job as school, ultimately, was no longer a challenge for her.  She decides that she wants to work on the street cars (i.e. trolleys), but her mother informs her that they don’t “hire colored people.”  What?  OK, so again, my African American history is definitely lacking!  How absurd, though!  Maya doesn’t take “no” for an answer and is unbelievably persistent until her goal is reached.  You gotta love Maya!

Toward the end of the book, the reader is brought into Maya’s mindset on her changing body and sexual awareness.  This is a very personal component of the book, so I’ll leave it there.  But, in the end, she finds herself pregnant and elects to have the baby.  She is successful at hiding this pregnancy until her 8th month!  Wow!  My girls will NEVER be able to get away with that living with me!  But, her mother isn’t the typical mom and takes off for 3-4 months during the pregnancy to open up a nightclub in Alaska… leaving Maya in the house in San Francisco with her mom’s boyfriend (although, this one is a good one and a safe one).  Maya, at age 16, gives birth to a son.

Favorite Quotes From the Book:

“We were on top again.  We survived.  The depths had been icy and dark, but now a bright sun spoke to our souls.  I was no longer simply a member of the proud graduating class of 1940; I was a proud member of the wonderful, beautiful Negro race.”

“On the other side of the bridge the ache seemed to lessen as if a whitebreeze blew off the whitefolks and cushioned everything in their neighborhood-including my jaw.  The gravel road was smoother, the stones smaller and the tree branches hung down around the path and nearly covered us.  If the pain didn’t diminish then, the familiar yet strange sights hypnotized me into believing they had.”

 “… Didn’t Moses lead the children of Isreal out of the bloody hands of Pharoah and into the Promised Land?  Didn’t the Lord protect the Hebrew children in the fiery furnace and didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel?  We only had to wait on the Lord.”

“At fifteen life had taught me undeniably that surrender, in its place, was as honorable as resistance, especially if one had no choice.”

“…I thought of poor Mr. Freeman, and the guilt which lined my heart, even after all those years, was a nagging passenger in my mind.” (Oh, Maya, so not your fault… HIS!)

“… I was a loose kite in a gentle wind floating with only my will for an anchor.”

“Translated, that meant there is nothing a person can’t do, and there should be nothing a human being didn’t care about.  It was the most positive encouragement I could have hoped for.”

“Life is going to give you just what you put into it.  Put your whole heart in everything you do, and pray, then you can wait.”

“Without willing it, I had gone from being ignorant of being ignorant to being aware of being aware.  And the worst part of my awareness was that I didn’t know what I was aware of.  I knew very little, but I was certain that the things I had yet to learn wouldn’t be taught to me at George Washington High School.”

She has soooo many other amazing lines in this novel that I can post for days on some of the verbaige in this book.  In any event, I loved her words… they are poetic.

 On Sher’s “One to Ten Scale”….

Hmmm… I’d have to give this one a 10!  Yes, I loved it that much!

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NO Restraint… NO Logic… HELP!

September 22, 2008

Out Of Nowhere…. A Compulsion!

Well, I had seen on Oprah’s Book Club that this book (left) was being added to the “list.”  I have to be honest, all of the books that I’ve read off of the list (The Five People You Meet in Heaven, White Oleander, Love in the Time of Cholera) have been WONDERFUL!  I’ve ordered I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou, and that’s on the list… already I’m hearing that I will love that book.

I wasn’t sure about this one… The Story of Edgar Sawtelle.  But, then I was perusing Book Room Review’s Site (niiiiice site, by the way), and the review on there clinched it for me….

Imagine, robotic sound in my head: 

“You must buy this book today.  Buy this book.  Do not wait. Press the buttons… yes, has free shipping… so, it’s less expensive.  Go.” 

God, I hate that ROBOTIC, all-consuming, won’t-leave-it-alone voice!  It’s a done deal.  It’s ordered.  Now, I don’t want to know too much about this book so that I have little expectations going into to… but, I can assure you that Book Room Review’s Posting on this is what you want to read if you are at all curious about this book.  Heck, she got me to buy it instantly.  Oh Lord, help me… I’m weak.

Now to the rest of you Bloggers… Yes, YOU!

I’ve seen a’many of you Bloggers with this adorable little face (to your right, yes, that furry one with those eyes!) on your blog sites.  I have three, (yes, I know), ah-hemmm… three cats at home.  All adopted… all loved (well, one is a pain).  In any event, I had an orange (maybe butterscotch) and white tabby who passed away two years ago.  Mako was the LOVE of my life.  He was there for me in ways that no human could have been during such a very difficult time.

Anyway, there’s that face…. staring at me.  ROBOTIC voice enters….

“Sher, you must buy this one, too.  Ignore the other 10 books you just ordered, this one needs to be read by you.  ORDER now.  Look, Amazon.Com gives free shipping when you spend $25… and the Edgar Book is only $14… This would give you free shipping and save you $5.  NOW!  Push the button, Sher.”

And, so it was said… and, so was it done.  I’ve glanced at the topic of this book and I hope to enjoy it.  I know many of you have read it and reviewed it.  I can’t wait to get this under my belt and cross link it to your reviews.  This is ALL YOUR FAULT!

My daughter, Colie, reading in bed with Mako... God, I miss him!

My daughter, Colie, reading in bed with Mako... God, I miss him!

Holy Moly.  Now, do I add these books to the list of my Fall Into Reading 2008 Challenge?  Yes, I think so.  I know they’ll make their way up there in the pile.

How do y’all stay faithful to the order of books TBR in your pile?  Do you manipulate them… move them around… give some new ones priority over old ones?  What if you are a Book Tour Host… you have dates that you must respond to… those have to be priority… yes?

Speaking of Book Tours… goal has been achieved… I’m doing my first review on a book tour in October.  Yippee!  I so want to do my best job on that one!

Well, I should be reading and NOT writing…off to the patio for a glass of iced tea and The Gargoyle.

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