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The Books I Read in 2006

I broke this list in half with an update on the books I’d read in the first six months of 2006 in early July. There were thirty-six books on that list. Now here are the titles of the sixty-seven books I’ve read in the last six months of 2006 —with links to my reviews of many of them.

Alabama Moon–Key A- Cybil Award nominee 2006.
All of the Above–Pearsall B+ Cybil Award nominee 2006.
American Bee: The National Spelling Bee and the Culture of Word Nerds–Maguire B+ Semicolon review here.

Among the Hidden–Haddix B+ Semicolon review here.
Among the Imposters–Haddix B+
Among the Brave–Haddix B+
Among the Barons–Haddix B+
Among the Betrayed–Haddix B+
Among the Enemy–Haddix B+
Blue–Hostetter B+ Cybil Award nominee 2006. Semicolon review here.
Book Thief—Zusak B+ Cybil Award nominee 2006.Recommended by Jen Robinson and others. Semicolon review here.
Brideshead Revisited—Waugh B+ Semicolon review here.
Clementine–Pennypacker A- Cybil Award nominee 2006. Semicolon review here.
Clue of the Linoleum Lederhosen–Anderson B- Cybil Award nominee 2006. Semicolon review here.
Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time—Haddon A- Semicolon review here.
Dante Club—Pearl C+ Semicolon review here.
Double Identity—Haddix B Semicolon review here.
End of the Affair—Greene B- Recommended by Jared at Thinklings
Escape from Memory—Haddix B Semicolon review here.
Fighting for Dear Life—Gibbs B Semicolon review here.
Flashman—Fraser B-
Fly By Night–Hardinge B+ Cybil Award nominee 2006. Semicolon review here.
Framed–Boyce B Cybil Award nominee 2006. Semicolon review here.
Framley Parsonage—Trollope B+ Semicolon review here.
Girl-Son–Neuberger B Semicolon review here.
Glamorous Powers—Howatch B Recommended at Breakpoint.
Glittering Images—Howatch B+ Recommended at Breakpoint. Semicolon review here.

Heat–Lupica Cybil Award nominee 2006.
Hood—Lawhead B+
House on the Gulf—Haddix B Semicolon review here.
In a Sunburned Country—Bryson B
In This House of Brede—Godden A
It’s Too Late Now: Autobiography–AA Milne B Semicolon review here.
Julia’s Kitchen–Ferber B+ Cybil Award nominee 2006. Brown Bear review here.
Kingdom of Children—Stevens Semicolon review here.

Kristen Lavransdatter—Undset A Semicolon review here.
Leaving Fishers—Haddix B Semicolon review here.
Mission to Cathay—Polland B Semicolon review here.
Monsoon Summer—Perkins Semicolon review here.
Mountains Beyond Mountains—Kidder
Never Let Me Go—Ishiguro A- Semicolon review here.
On the Beach—Shute B+ Semicolon review here.
Out of Patience–Meehl B+ Cybil Award nominee 2006. Semicolon review here.
Pippa Passes—Godden B Semicolon review here.
Portuguese Irregular Verbs—Smith A Semicolon review here.
Possession: A Romance—Byatt A- Semicolon review here.
Princess Academy—Hale A- Semicolon review here.
Professor and the Madman—Winchester B Semicolon review here.
Rules–Lord A-Cybil Award nominee 2006. Semicolon review here.
Sarah’s Ground–Rinaldi B+
Secret River—Grenville B+ Semicolon review here.
Shakespeare’s Secret–Broach B+ Semicolon review here.
Shug–Han C Cybil Award nominee 2006. Semicolon review here.
Sights Unseen—Gibbons B+ Semicolon review here.
Single Shard–Park A- Semicolon review here.
Snow–Calvin Miller. C
Thirteenth Tale–Setterfield A- Recommended by Laura at Lines in Pleasant Places. And by Mental Multivitamin. And by just about everyone else who’s read it.
Town Like Alice—Shute B+ Semicolon review here.
Tree of Hands—Rendell B Recommended by Cathy at PoohSticks.
Victory–Cooper B Cybil Award nominee 2006. Semicolon review here.
Weedflower–Kadohata A- Cybil Award nominee 2006. Semicolon review here.
When We Were Orphans–Ishiguro B Semicolon review here.
Wind, Sand and Stars—Saint Exupery A- Semicolon review here.
Winter Birds–Turner A- Semicolon review here.
Woman in White–Collins B+ Semicolon review here.
Year of Impossible Good-byes–Choi B Semicolon review here.
Year of the Dog–Lin B Cybil Award nominee 2006. Semicolon review here.
Yellow Star—Roy A Recommended by Fuse 8. Cybil Award nominee 2006. Semicolon review here.

Favorite nonfiction books read in 2006: Girl Meets God by Lauren Winner and Education of a Wandering Man by Louis L’Amour.

Favorite Cybil Award nominee so far: Yellow Star by Jennifer Roy.

Favorite adult fiction books read in 2006: Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card, River Rising by Athol Dickson, and Kristen Lavransdatter by Sigrid Undset.

Favorite children’s fiction read in 2006: The Penderwicks by Jeanne Birdsall

Best book re-read in 2006: In This House of Brede by Rumer Godden.

So that’s 103 books read in 2006. Of those 103, seventeen were Cybil Award nominees, children’s fiction. Twenty of the books I read this year were nonfiction; the rest were fiction, no books of poetry or essays. I’m looking forward to reading in 2007 a lot more children’s literature, biography and autobiography, and just whatever suits my fancy. It’s not as if I don’t have some ideas.

Impossible

I haven’t seen The Nativity movie yet, although I plan to see it. Maybe that movie brings home the truth of this essay for some of you this Christmas.

Re-posted from Christmas Eve, 2005:

I was thinking this afternoon about nursing, as in breastfeeding, as in feeding a baby. And I had the startling (to me) thought that Mary actually put Baby Jesus, not a doll, to her breast and fed him, fed him milk. Then I remembered that before she did that, she delivered him in the normal, messy, bloody way in a stable without a doctor or an epidural or even a nurse holding her hand and reminding her to push. She wrapped the God-baby in clothes and laid him in a feedbox and sat down or lay down in the hay on the floor beside him to rest. Joseph probably cleaned up, swept, maybe tried to find some water to wash things up a little.

It’s all a little too . . . physical, isn’t it? The Word became flesh and dwelt among us. The “Word” part gives me a little distance, a little spirituality, but the rest of the verse gets all fleshy again. Dwelt among us implies He lived a typically human life, ate and drank, bled when he cut himself, relieved himself, itched, scratched, slept, maybe snored. What an impossible thing to believe in. I actually believe that the God of the Universe, the God who created the Universe, who rules it, confined himself first to a human womb, then to a human body, then to death and a tomb. At least I believe it when I don’t think about it too much. When I do ponder the physicality of it all, it seems impossible.

I saw the Narnia movie this afternoon, and I noticed that twice the characters used the word “impossible.” As the children enter Narnia together, Susan experiences the coldness of the snow and the branches scratching her and breathes, “Impossible!” It’s so real, so physical, so undeniable, but “impossible.” Then later the White Witch looks up to see the True King of Narnia confronting her, the king she thought she had murdered, and she exclaims, “Impossible!’ He is so real, so physical, so undeniable, yet impossible.

Impossible that He should entrust Himself to the womb of a young country girl from the hick-town of Nazareth.
Impossible that He should travel through the birth canal and place himself in a body, helpless to walk or communicate or even care for his own physical needs.
Impossible that He should suck at his mother’s breast to sustain the life of that very needy body.
Impossible that He should grow in wisdom and in stature and in favor with God and man.
Impossible that He should laugh and cry and feel love and joy and anger and despair.
Impossible that He should share food and conversation and hugs and kisses with a group of human friends, one of whom turned out to be an enemy.
Impossible that He should die.
Even more impossible that He should die and then live–forever.

So real, so physical, so undeniable, so impossible. Only the God of the Impossible could inhabit such a story and make it a physical reality, and only by doing so could He intersect my very physical life and make me believe, know in my bones, the Reality of His love and joy and forgiveness and healing.

I pray for you this Christmas that the Impossible becomes Truth in your physical life where you are sitting and reading these words now.

May you have an Impossible Christmas.

Friday’s Center of the Blogosphere

Mindy Withrow interviews Andree Seu, my favorite WORLD magazine columnist.

St. Boniface and the celebration of advent. George Grant tells the story in his inimitable and inspirational manner. If you don’t have Mr. Grant’s blog on your blogroll or bloglines, you should.

Sallie is planning to Celebrate a Year of Abundance at A Gracious Home in 2007. I’d like to find the right way for me and my family to participate in this “spiritual discipline” (and I do think it is a spiritual discipline) this year, but I’ll have to give it some thought.

Menwhile, The Anchoress and her brother write about It’s a Wonderful Life: “And the final lesson is not really about the inherent goodness of man, despite the tinkling bells and tearful singing. It’s a stark post-war fable: no man is an island. For better or worse, life has consequences.”

Becky at Farm School led me to a 1946 Horn-Book article by Lois Lenski, “Christmas at Huckelberry Mountain Library.” It’s good reading for lovers of books and libraries.

Eragon and Eldest from a Christian Perspective

I’ve had a lot of people show up here at Semicolon looking for a Christian perspective on the fantasy series by Christopher Paolini that begins with the book, Eragon and is continued in the sequel Eldest. I’m assuming that people are interested in the books partly because of the movie version of Eragon that debuted a couple of weeks ago. So I thought it might be useful to re-run my reviews of the two books. As you can tell from reading the two reviews, I liked Eragon a lot more than I did its sequel. I do think the anti-Christian, atheistic message becomes much more blatant in the second book, but the first book is enjoyable as story and shouldn’t corrupt any young minds. I haven’t seen the movie and can’t comment on it, but Steve at Flos Carmeli saw it with his eight year old son and had this to say: “It was sufficient to entertain, entrance, captivate, and otherwise stimulate the mind and imagination of an eight-year-old boy. And so, it served its purpose well. Is it as good as other films that might do the same? Probably not.”

Semicolon book reviews (written last year 2005):

First of all, I like fantasy. I’m a Tolkien fanatic, and I’ve read and enjoyed Anne McCaffrey, Lloyd Alexander, C.S. Lewis, Ursula LeGuin, Stephen Lawhead, Carol Kendall, and John Christopher, to name a few favorites. However, I don’t like fantasy that gets too New Age-y or heretical. It doesn’t have to have Christian themes, but I prefer that it not be blatantly anti-Christian. (I will admit that I’ve never read Harry Potter nor have I read the Dark Materials books by Pullman because I was afraid both series would be just “off” enough to annoy me. Please don’t beat me up (figuratively) for not reading these. I know I may be wrong about either or both series.) So when I heard about Eragon,, a very popular fantasy novel mostly about dragons, I adopted a wait-and-see attitude. Dragons can be used to glorify evil in the wrong author’s hands.

Well, I was pleasantly surprised by Eragon. I wouldn’t say that the novel was profound or made me think deep thoughts, but it was a really good story, as advertised. I can see Tolkien influences in it as well as some resemblance to Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonriders of Pern series, but Eragon is not a cheap copy of anyone else’s fantasy as far as I can tell. Christopher Paolini, a homeschooled teenager when he wrote the book, knows how to tell an absorbing story that kept me reading until after midnight last night just to see what would happen to Eragon and his dragon friend Saphira.

Maybe you already know the story of the writing and publication of Eragon: Christopher Paolini finished homeschool high school at age fifteen. He could have gone to college, but he decided to wait a while and write a book instead. He read books about writing, wrote his own book, and then showed it to his parents who owned a small publishing company. Christopher’s parents published the novel, and Christopher himself went on an author tour in the Northwest where his family lives to promote the book. Someone with connections in the publishing world read the book and liked it, and Knopf (Random House) re-published the book. It became a best-seller in 2003-4.

Eragon is the first book in a projected trilogy called the Inheritance trilogy. I will be getting the other two books in the series when they’re published in order to find out what happens next in the land of Alagaesia. I will also suggest that Computer Guru Son read this book. He’s been reading Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy in anticipation of the release of the much-hyped movie version. He really should like Eragon.

NOTE: If you’ve not read Eldest by Christopher Paolini nor seen the movies from which it borrows freely, here there be spoilers!

An orphan boy who knows little or nothing about his parentage grows up on his uncle’s farm far from the political center of the Empire. Because the boy accidentally finds something that evil Emperor wants, the Empire sends soldiers to capture the boy. He escapes, but they destroy his uncle’s farm and kill his uncle. He is befriended by a wise mentor who teaches him to use the forces of “magic” to protect himself and to defeat his enemies. He pursues the agents of the Empire and eventually is able to rescue a young woman who has been captured by the Empire, but his teacher dies at the hand of the Emperor’s soldiers. Our young hero travels through many dangers to join the forces of the rebels against the Empire, and he is able to help them win a key battle fighting an Imperial army. However, he is wounded in the battle, and he comes to realize that he must have more training if he is to finally defeat the Evil Emperor and his henchmen. He goes to a hidden land and finds there another teacher whom he calls “Master.” His training involves swordplay, meditation, and learning the many uses of magic. Before his training is complete, he must leave to go and help the rebels who are under attack by the Emperor. Near the end of part 2 of the story, the hero finds out that his father is really the Emperor’s right-hand man, an evil traitor.

Does any of this sound vaguely familiar?

How about this? A young immature hero travels with a dwarf and an elf through a mythical land. They must find a way to defeat the Evil Lord of the land who wishes to make all living creatures his slaves. Only an alliance of men, elves, and dwarves (with a few other assorted creatures thrown in for good measure) can hope to defeat the overwhelming forces of evil.

OK, one more. Dragons hatch from eggs and upon hatching choose a human partner, a dragonrider, with whom they share a telepathic connection. The dragonrider and his or her dragon work together to keep the peace and defeat the enemies of peace. They are almost inseparable and come know each other in a way that mere friends cannot understand or emulate.

I don’t mean to be too critical, and there are many things to like about Christopher Paolini’s Inheritance Trilogy, the first two books of which are Eragon and Eldest. But I must say that as I read through Eldest, in particular, I kept feeling as though I had read this story before somewhere. I like fantasy, but this trilogy is far too long and not nearly as absorbing as the stories it borrows from. As you can read in my review of Eragon, I began by being skeptical about that book, and ended up liking it very much. However, Eldest just didn’t hang onto the goodwill built up in my enjoyment of Eragon. I found myself skimming–a lot.

I did like the parts about Eragon’s cousin, Roran, and the villagers that Eragon left behind when he left to become a hero and pursue revenge against his uncle’s murderers. I also enjoyed the description of the elves’ celebration of Agaeti Blodhren which featured a sort of craft/poetry exhibition in which each person in attendance brought something he had created or written. The battle scene was well done, but hard to follow, probably because of the aforementioned skimming (my fault).

I’ve had many people come to this blog looking for a Christian perspective on Eragon. I certainly can’t claim to give The Christian Viewpoint on the books, but I do have a couple of observations. First of all, I don’t believe The Inheritance Trilogy derives from a Christian worldview. Religion is dealt with in this second book of the trilogy. The dwarves are polytheistic; they worship many gods represented by idols of stone, including a creator-god named Helzvog. Their beliefs and practices sound rather Norse in origin. Humans, according to Eragon, “lacked a single overriding doctrine, but they did share a collection of superstitions and rituals, most of which concerned warding off bad luck.” Basic pagan superstition. The elves of Alagaesia, however, the epitome of the fantasy’s civilization, do not worship anyone or anything. When Eragon asks his master what elves believe, this is the reply:

We believe the world behaves according to certain inviolable rules and that. by persistent effort, we can discover those rules and use them to predict events when circumstances repeat. . . . I cannot prove that gods do not exist. Nor can I prove that the world and everything in it was not created by an entity or entities in the distant past. But I can tell you that in the millennia we elves have studied nature, we have never witnessed an instance where the rules that govern the world have been broken. That is, we have never seen a miracle. . . . Death, sickness, poverty, tyranny and countless other miseries stalk the land. If this is the handiwork of divine beings, then they are to be rebelled against and overthrown, not given obeisance, obedience, and reverence.”

So in the world of Alagaesia, we can choose between pagan polytheistic idol worship, pagan superstition, and “enlightened” closed-system scientism. Those options are limited and short-sighted. In addition, the themes of meditating and becoming one with nature and wielding magical powers for the good of all humanity are not Christian, but rather New Age spiritualism.

If you’ve read Eldest and disagree with my opinion, you’re free to share your ideas about the book in the comments. I’m rather disappointed that with such a promising beginning in Eragon, Mr. Paolini didn’t give us a better sequel.

Moby Dick by Herman Melville

Characters:
Ishmael, the narrator.
Queequeg
Father Mapple
Captain Peleg
Captain Bildad
Captain Ahab
Starbuck, First Mate
Stubb, Second mate
Flask, Third Mate

“And there is all the difference in the world between paying and being paid. The act of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable infliction that the two orchard thieves entailed upon us. But BEING PAID,–what will compare with it? The urbane activity with which a man receives money is really marvellous, considering that we so earnestly believe money to be the root of all earthly ills, and that on no account can a monied man enter heaven. Ah! how cheerfully we consign ourselves to perdition!”

“Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.” (Really???)

“It may seem ridiculous, but it reminded me of General Washington’s head, as seen in the popular busts of him. It had the same long regularly graded retreating slope from above the brows, which were likewise very projecting, like two long promontories thickly wooded on top. Queequeg was George Washington cannibalistically developed.”
Ah, well, as long as the sober cannibal looks like George Washington!

“One of the wild suggestions referred to, as at last coming to be linked with the White Whale in the minds of the superstitiously inclined, was the unearthly conceit that Moby Dick was ubiquitous; that he had actually been encountered in opposite latitudes at one and the same instant of time.”
The Whale as God.

“Yea, foolish mortals, Noah’s flood is not yet subsided; two thirds of the fair world it yet covers.”

“Consider all this; and then turn to this green, gentle, and most docile earth; consider them both, the sea and the land; and do you not find a strange analogy to something in yourself? For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half known life. God keep thee! Push not off from that isle, thou canst never return!”
But David wrote, “Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.”

“All men live enveloped in whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life. And if you be a philosopher, though seated in the whale-boat, you would not at heart feel one whit more of terror, than though seated before your evening fire with a poker, and not a harpoon, by your side.”

Recurring themes:
Cannibalism, barbarism versus civilization. The Nantucketers are “fighting Quakers, Quakers with a vengeance.”
Life and death, whiteness, darkness.
Religion, idolatry, Christianity.
Revenge, insanity.

We read Moby Dick, or The Whale for my American Literature class, and I must admit that once again just as I did in high school, I only made it about three-fourths of the way through the book. So who’s actually read Moby Dick all the way through, whiteness of the whale and all?

I was encouraged to read Susan Wise Bauer’s confession in The Well-Educated Mind: “My bete noir is Moby Dick; I know it’s one of the great works of American literature, but I have made at least eight runs at it during my adult life and have never managed to get past midpoint.” I’m only on my second try; maybe I’ll give it another read in a couple of years and see if I can finish. As you can see, I did glean something from the part I read.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born December 16th

Jane Austen herself was born on December 16, 1775. What’s your favorite Austen novel?

Also born on December 16th: Noel Coward (1896, playwright), Arthur C. Clarke (1917, author of 2001: A Space Odyssey), and Marie Hall Ets (1895, author of many children’s picture books including Gilberto and the Wind and Nine Days to Christmas).

Today is also Beethoven’s Birthday (1770). Will you be celebrating the birth of Schroeder’s favprote composer, and if so, how? I think I’ll play some of Beethoven’s more famous compositions and play guess the composer with the urchins.

Beethoven and Jane Austen could have met (same time period), but I would imagine that they didn’t. Wouldn’t that have been an interesting meeting? The Observant Writer meets the Grumpy Genius.

Links:
Krakovianka on re-reading Jane Austen.

Trollope on Jane Austen.

Does Jane Austen Really Have a Christian Worldview?

Jane Austen, Not Explicitly Christian But a Moral Universe.

Jane Austen’s Writing Style.

The Jane Austen Society of North America 2007 Essay Contest.

Christmas 1823

He was on the point of retreating when his eye fell upon the fireplace–one of those vast tavern chimneys where there is always so little fire when there is any fire at all, and which are so cold to look at. There was no fire in this one, there was not even ashes; but there was something which attracted the stranger’s gaze, nevertheless. It was two tiny children’s shoes, coquettish in shape and unequal in size. The traveller recalled the graceful and immemorial custom in accordance with which children place their shoes in the chimney on Christmas eve, there to await in the darkness some sparkling gift from their good fairy. Eponine and Azelma had taken care not to omit this, and each of them had set one of her shoes on the hearth.

The traveller bent over them.

The fairy, that is to say, their mother, had already paid her visit, and in each he saw a brand-new and shining ten-sou piece.

The man straightened himself up, and was on the point of withdrawing, when far in, in the darkest corner of the hearth, he caught sight of another object. He looked at it, and recognized a wooden shoe, a frightful shoe of the coarsest description, half dilapidated and all covered with ashes and dried mud. It was Cosette’s sabot. Cosette, with that touching trust of childhood, which can always be deceived yet never discouraged, had placed her shoe on the hearth-stone also.

Hope in a child who has never known anything but despair is a sweet and touching thing.

There was nothing in this wooden shoe.

The stranger fumbled in his waistcoat, bent over and placed a louis d’or in Cosette’s shoe.

Then he regained his own chamber with the stealthy tread of a wolf.
From Les Miserables by Victor Hugo

Christmas is an expensive time. Just to buy presents and a Christmas tree and all the special ingredients for Christmas treats and tickets to all the Christmas entertainments for our family of eleven is a budget-breaking endeavor. But find something in your budget to give away, to reward that “hope in a child who has never know anything but despair.” If you don’t already have an opportunity for giving, consider clicking on the kettle on the side bar to contribute to the Salvation Army. They do good work all year round, and my kettle goal is $100.00. Please consider giving generously in honor of our Saviour’s birth.

The Clue of the Linoleum Lederhosen by M.T. Anderson

M. T. ANDERSON is seven monkeys, six typewriters, and a Speak & Spell. It took them ten years to write The Clue of the Linoleum Lederhosen. Their previous books include Adf2yga^vvvv, Wpolw0ox.S Ppr2dgn shr Elssf, and The Riverside Edition of the Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Adf2yga^vvvv was a National Book Award finalist. The M. T. Anderson Monkey Collective is located outside Boston. Its hobbies include flash cards, hopping, and grooming for lice. It divides its time between the parallel bars and the banana trough.

Uh, yeah. I get the joke. I think I get the joke of The Clue of the Linoleum Lederhosen. Some of it was very funny. But did we have to discuss snot for so long, in so much detail? I got my fill, so to speak, of nasal excretions after about one sentence of descriptive prose, but it went on and on and on. It reminded me of a bunch of college guys who tell a gross joke, and then another, and another, and all the girls in the room are looking at each other and shaking their collective heads. (Now that’s an interesting word picture, collective shaking heads!)

The Clue of the Linoleum Lederhosen (I’m going to call it, affectionately, Lederhosen for short) is a pastiche of all those series you read when you were a kid back in the fifties and the sixties, if you were a kid back in the fifties and the sixties: Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, Danny Dunn, the Bobbsey Twins, cowboy series that I never read, stuff like that. Did you know that my librarian wouldn’t buy any of those series books because she said they weren’t up to the library’s standards? This was at the public library, mind you, not even the school library. I wonder what Ms. Karen, who in spite of her disdain for Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden, really was a great librarian, would think of Lederhosen? Actually, I shudder to think.

Because I tend to pick up the style of the last book I read, I’m now doing a poor imitation of the style of Mr. Anderson (and the monkeys) in Lederhosen. He does tend to get lost, wandering down various rabbit trails, before getting to the point of the chapter. And what was the point, you ask? Well, I meant to say that Lederhosen makes fun of our childhood heroes in a good-natured, but sometimes snotty, way, and I wonder if children of the twentieth-first century who haven’t read Hardy Boys or other series of bygone days, will get the joke? As I type this review, Karate Kid, who has read Hardy Boys, is reading Lederhosen. I promise to ask him later what he thinks. He’s not laughing out loud.

To be continued . . .

After a couple of chapters I asked Karate Kid what he thought of the book. He said it wasn’t as good as Hardy Boys, so I think he gets the connection but not the joke. However, he’s still reading.

I’ll update you again when he’s finished, or you could just pick up a copy at the library for yourself. I can promise you that it’s . . . different. Lederhosen is one of the many odd books nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction. Ummm, I mean “good books.” M.T. Anderson is the same author who also won a National Book Award this year for his historical fiction title, The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation, Volume One: The Pox Party. I haven’t read it yet, but I gather it’s a much different book from Lederhosen. A prolific and versatile guy, Mr. Anderson, or maybe the monkeys . . . ?

Happy Kid by Gail Gauthier

Review by Brown Bear Daughter, age 11, almost 12:

I really enjoyed this book. It was absolutely HILARIOUS. It had a couple of places in the book where…oh…let me tell you all I liked about if before I tell you what I didn’t.

First off, as I said before, it was the most hilarious book I’ve read lately. Also, it shows the exact emotions that any real kid would show in the situations that the main character finds himself in. I just thought to myself, “This author (Gail Gauthier) must really understand kids.”

It was easy to imagine what I would do if I was accused of bringing a weapon to school, (though I’m homeschooled, of course) which does happen to Kyle, the narrator. Okay, now I’ll give a small summary of the first couple of chapters:

Kyle hears his mother yell for him to come open his “back to school present.” So after his sister opens hers, he unwraps Happy Kid: A Young Person’s Guide to Satisfying Relationships and a Happy and Meaning-Filled Life! After being reminded to thank his mother for the gift, Kyle says, “Thank you for believing I’m such a reject I need a book on how to be happy. I really appreciate the thought.” I couldn’t help but laugh at this because it sounds like something I would say. Is that good or bad? Anyhow, Kyle’s mother thinks that he looks at everything negatively…so when she saw the book that “just screamed (Kyle’s) name,” she bought it immediately.

There were a few gross parts which I will not mention, and a bit of bad language also, but altogether I consider it a very interesting and well-written book. I had sooo much fun reading it!

Happy Kid is another good book nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction.

2006 Book Lists

I don’t read many new books, books published this year. I get most of my books from the library, and I can’t afford to pay twenty plus dollars for a new book unless I already know I will like it and want to own it. So most of my book purchases are classics and books I’ve already read and know I will want to re-read. These are some of the many lists that are popping up all over of “best books of 2006.” Maybe I’ll get around to a few of them in 2007.

Hornbook Fanfare List: Best (Children’s) Books of 2006. Of these I read The Book Thief (Semicolon Ambivalent Review here), but I didn’t really get what all the fuss was about. A few of the others sound intriguing.

Kirkus Reviews’ Best Children’s Books of 2006. Again, The Book Thief is the only one of these I’ve read, but I’ll probably get around to several of the others thanks to the Cybils.

New York Times 100 Notable Books of the Year 2006. I haven’t read a single one of the books on this list, and what’s more hardly any of them sound very interesting. I might read a couple of the books on the nonfiction list. Can anyone say “The NY Times is out of touch with Real America”?

Amazon Best Books of 2006: Editors’ PicksI’ve actually only read one of these, The Thirteenth Tale, but a couple of them are on my list to read, The Omnivore’s Dilemma and Reading Like a Writer. I haven’t read even one of Amazon’s Top 50 Best Sellers for 2006. Can anyone say, “Sherry’s out of touch with Amazon’s mainstream readers, and proud of it?”

Publisher’s Weekly 100 Best Books of the Year 2006. Same story, I guess I’ve really got to pick up Omnivore’s Dilemma and Mayflower.

Christian Science Monitor Best Fiction of 2006. I haven’t read any of these books either, but I do have The Inheritance of Loss and The Accidental on my list. I even have the latter book on my bedside bookshelf.

Christian Science Monitor Best Nonfiction of 2006. Mayflower is on the list again, and The Worst Hard Time by Timothy Egan sounds interesting.

Washington Post Best Books of 2006, Fiction and Nonfiction I did read The Secret River by Kate Grenville, and although it was rather violent, I thought it gave a vivid picture of the British colonization of Australia.

School Library Journal’s Best of 2006. We’re back to children’s and young adult books. Thanks to the Cybils, I’ve read or am reading several of these books: Yellow Star, Framed, Fly By Night, and, one more time, The Book Thief.

John Wilson (Books and Culture) Top Ten Books of 2006. This list is a different one from a different point of view; I had never even heard of any of the books oon thie list. However, I’m going to add at lest one of them to my list, Crisis of Doubt: Honest Faith in Nineteenth-Century England, by Timothy Larsen. Mr. Wilson says this book tells the story of the Victorians who moved from doubt to faith rather than the opposite.

Slate picks the Best Books of 2006. Editors and columnists each pick one or two favorite books from 2006. I didn’t see any of these on anyone else’s list, nor have I read any of them. So, it’s a distinctive list with a couple of pearls among the swine.

Economist.com Books of the Year 2006. I thought this list was one of the best of the lot, even though I haven’t read any of the books on it either. I found several that I want to read, however, including biographies of Thomas Hardy and George III, a couple of books on why foreign aid doesn’t work so well, a history of Wal-mart, the Omnivore again, and a book called Will and Me: How Shakespeare Took Over My Life.